"Don't leave me," I heard a voice in the eerie blackness.
"Don't leave me, don't leave," the voice came louder, more urgent.
"Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me," the feel of slick, wet blood beneath my fingers as I clenched and unclenched my fist.
"Hold on, I've got you". Then I realised... Who's the voice that was speaking earlier was.
"I'm not leaving, hold on!"
It was my own.
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Poetry of the Mind
PoetryI scavenge through sand Shattered shells Beneath bare feet, No crabs or shrimp dwell- In rock pools of shallow or deep, Pebbles shine soft Colours blend in No history found, Patience wears thin. Alas, it has been founded, A lost silver ring, Made fo...
