A collection of deliciously, dark poems.
#3 in Poetry - 9/6/18
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The main theme of...
Snap, go the branches under her feet. Alert are her senses, eyes darting on repeat. Crunch, go the dried leaves as they scatter and dance. Alarm, what was that? What on earth was that sound?
Snap, go the rotted fingers as they wrap around her ankles. Gasp, she tries to fill her lungs they feel crushingly strangled. Thud, goes her body as it connects with the ground. Silence, only silence, as she disappears never to be found.
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