Short Stories

Gold

the storms remind me of that day

pain and torture

he took it all away

all to my horror

he stuffed and pushed me into the suit

the sound of thunder started to muffle

all outside soundws started to mute

i didnt want to die so i put up a struggle

but to no avail

my skin turned pale

i let out a wail

but no one will hear my scream

now i will forever dream