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Drowning in Darkness
My books were all crumpled, and thrown away
Except one book, which I keep for me to read at night
I sit at my desk thinking about the people I go to school with
How much time, before there’s no one left for me to wait for
I think about my classmates, laughing and joking
Hearing echoes through the walls of their laughter
Imagine the teachers face turning red when he is roaming with anger
The lights are dimming, and the window is wide open
Sometimes I think I am hallucinating that I hear ghosts, whispering on the winter’s day
It’s quite lonely here sitting with nothing to do and no one to talk to
The walls are all painted white with old ragged paint,
without saying a word
After a while, I leave to go to my Mama
Stepping out, I breath in the fresh air around me
Turning this way and that,
I hear children play in the snow making a snowman and throwing snowballs at each other
Their laughter what makes me smile, and I giggle to myself
Walking to the edge of the woods their laughter disappears and instead it replaces with the sound of my boots
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
I got up the hill, turning around I see the whole city lay out
right before me
I see that my scarf is picking up by wind, and it is carrying it, down below the horizon
All of my papers from my favorite book, are being scattered right before me
I scream, it is the most horrible sound that is come upon me
All of the pages are floating around, like an airplane going to a place far away
when learning to read at age 6, it is my first book that my mother taught me to read
The candle light is low by the window sill, she is barely alive now
walking slowly to the pot of soup, just to pick up a spoon to her mouth
Before going in, I hear a howl coming from my right direction
OOOOWWWW
I run towards my house, but it’s too late the wolf has heard me
and before stepping into the house
the animal grabs me
brings his fangs into my leg and bites
I see blood oozing from the wound just before passing out into the blackness of the pit
my mouth is dry, I can’t scream
No words come out, and before closing my eyes I see someone
or maybe I’m imagining things
my mind is fading
I fall into the blackness night and drift into
the night-less sleep
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