Take me away
she whispered to him
I don't want to see these things
splattered blood
pulsing hearts
dying children
torn faces
missing eyes
Take me away
she whispered to him
I don't want to hear these things
screaming mothers
tortured fathers
slaughtered sons
broken daughters
It hurts
she whispered to him
Please make them stop
stop hitting me
stop pushing me
stop tearing me
stop kissing me
stop touching me
I just want to go away
she whispered to him
I can't take it anymore
broken world
fractured minds
mutilated bodies
Make it stop
shattered bones
crushed animals
demolished forests
Make it stop
pain
fear
anger
envy
hunger
lust
It hurts too much
she whispered
tears slipping from her eyes
Please take me away
Okay
he whispered to her softly
It's time to go
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
