An Empty room squeaks of hinges and rusted over latches the doors open wide.
it's swaying from a wind unknown in the distance, I need to grab the handle but it's so far. I'm lying on the bitter cold floor, I'm so broken and so torn. I'm reaching with every breath, it could bring Me to my death I'll let my burdens be, will anything be left of Me?......will anything be left of Me.....
Very nice passage here, Cassie. Short but concise and vivid in a macabre kind of way...which I love. Keep it up :]
ReplyDeleteThanks Cori! :D
ReplyDeleteThere's another half to it but....i decided not put it up just yet.....idk if i will it's a brighter ending but idk if i want that part up, i added to it after i had written that, and it just wasn't as heart felt as this.......
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