Dark Poetry
Work in Process
By Lilith Ocultress@aol.com
Dark night, wind blowing, the faint scent of flowers and green things in the air. The cloudes are exploding across the sky and then you hear it.
Thump thump
All around you is noise, the animals are screaming. The wind ruses around your face and your heart speeds up. You look down at your chest.
Thump....
Blood flies in all direction, searing pain across your chest. The wind pushes you now, hang inches from the ground. You are diner. All goes black.
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