But the torment was not over.
I stomped from the forest,
crawled up the steps towards
the cabins.
Night had fallen,
but the raging fire
in my heart
led my way clearly.
I stomped up the steps,
not caring that I may be
inflicted
by insults and scorn.
So as I pushed the door open,
not even flinching from the
ferociously loud bang,
I didn't fear anyone.
Only the biting,
bitter demons
that were nourished by my
raw
hatred.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
PinPoint - A collection of short stories
Rastgele-Mature A collection of short stories.* *This book is the book that I request feedback from especially. I don't really care about votes and whatnot, but please, PLEASE comment. Examples are "I would do..." or "That was..." or "Wow, he/she is..." etc...
