Friday night, I rolled a die.
My friends told me, I'm lucky to survive.
I smiled and said, let's call it a night.
As it passed midnight, there goes another game of Life.
Saturday hung over.
I was still sober.
I stood up and kicked a chair over.
Surprised,
My hands took over
I sat down, as the room grew colder.
Sunday, I put my hands together
I saw my breath as I sighed and wished The day would get warmer
I could feel myself getting sicker
Perhaps I needed to see a doctor
Monday, I didn't go to school
My friends texted to ask me
Where are you?
I didn't see the message
Someone in white had asked
How are you?
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One Shot mini stories
PoetryA compilation of the several mini stories/poems I have written in which you can read through in one sitting. Feel free to browse through the different poems/stories. There will be a short description at the top before each story so take your pick :)...
