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The sky, the trees, the damp grass. The countless fields in the distance. Car horns, street lamps, the city. The moon, the open windows, the dark alley ways.
But!
Out of every empty window, there is one that is full. A girl looking out to the distant field, frozen to the window sill.
Looking. Thinking of the dark things that live not only there, but in the city as well. She was frozen, staring at the world. This was, however, the reason she did not notice her mother standing behind her, holding a fairly large knife.
Suddenly! The moon disappeared. Soon followed by the city lights themselves. There is nothing to distinguish the city from the forest. Yet, as the moon returned, bringing the city lights back with it, the little girl and her mother are gone. There is a scream, and a flash of red. But, the little girl walks back to the window sill, giggling and hopping.
She is staring at the forest. The field of grass. In the distance, the girl squinted. She saw her mother as a figured dropped her body from a tree. The figure vanished from sight. The little girl giggled, unfazed by her mother's lifeless body. The little girl turned to the figure behind her, smiling. The figure sat next to the girl, basking in the moonlight with her. The figure wasn't human, but the little girl wasn't scared.
The figure lifted it's fingers to its mouth, and licked it clean of the mother's blood. The little girl giggled once more, this time hugging the figure. And she fell asleep.
The lights, the sounds, the sirens of danger. The fields, the trees, the life and magic they contain. The moon, the city, the sleeping hell. Within the field, there's a moment of rest. That doesn't always work, because the city, never sleeps.
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Sorry if it's confusing. So, maybe not a poem.....but like.....a shirt story........maybe??? Anyone wanna use that?????? n O ??
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