He sees me.
He knows me,
knows
what I have done,
but
he does not hate me.
I want to see him.
I want to know him.
He knows me
when I
don't even know
myself.
I don't remember
my
name.
It was lost
in the current of time.
I have no name.
I have no self.
He is the only thing I
have.
I thought
I was everything,
but I am
nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Black Zone
Short StoryA King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}
