So I ran.
Hidden away;
out into the forest not too far from the
shore.
I cried.
Bitter with the truth
that movies did nothing
but spoon-feed us false hope
and false expectations
ever since we learned to open our feeble
eyes.
I was bitter,
burning,
with the truth that the ember I so
loved and cherished
was nothing but a cold rock
painted with colorful
lies.
I was bitter
and spitting;
tearing at leaves and screaming like
a horse that's been shot.
I wanted revenge.
A revenge that was so
sickly sweet,
and so bitingly bitter,
that he'd pray and beg
for a mercy that I'd
never give.
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PinPoint - A collection of short stories
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