*Short Poem. Not edited*
Your heart clenches.
Tear drops rolling down your cheek.
The soft melody flooding your ears from the trenches.
Your face red from the heat.
You take in a shaky breath.
Sighing in great longing as you try to fight death.
Your lips shivering with the sudden chill breeze brushing against your skin.
Lips then parting to give a single huff of air revealing a small smoke within.
A huge stinging feeling shoots out from your back.
A loud distorted voice overpowering yours.
A black fog filling the now jack-frosted room.
A soft whisper emerging from the shadows.
"Cometh with me"
"Thee shall be able to be who is't thee wish to be."
"This most wondrous teen thou art experiencing, thee shall be able to withstand"
"Just take mine own hand."
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Life is What it is
RandomOne-shots. Feelings being put into a story of imaginary characters. To express the lust, the shame, happiness, love, and satisfaction that I, the author, couldn't experience. **Stories of my own and stories of others.**
