Sitting on the bench,
A scent wafted with a faint stench.
Looking around,
My eyes saw someone from afar kneeling on the ground.
Hiding on the nearest bush,
I took a peek with a shush.
The persona was nowhere to be found,
Then I heard a sound.
Someone patted my back,
And I was given a whack.
Turning around, fear struck,
As I saw her face, I shrunk.
It was Aysel, with a bloodied hand and dress.
I couldn't say I cared less,
So I asked, 'what happened to you Tris?'
She answered, 'Oh! This?'
'Yes. That.' distancing myself from a mile.
'I just killed one of those people who left me.' telling me with a smile.
-SaCr1f1CeR
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Poems: Emotions Seeping Through
PoetryReality may differ of what is inside our minds but our emotions can express the thoughts we hide.
