Written word: where the impossible suddenly becomes possible.
My feet pound loudly against the rough surface of the forest. Jagged, fallen branches lay on the ground beneath my feet. Sending their knives like twigs into my flesh.
By Amber Martin6 years ago in Poets
Morbid thoughts consume them... All I see is death. Death all around me. I see it in their eyes. The eyes of the mothers who watch their children burn.
She hides behind a mask of lies. Destined to live out the loneliness she created for herself. Though beautiful; she is blinded by the world.