The words roared like thunder in her broken eardrum.
Reluctantly she dipped her hand into the poisoned pool beneath her, grimacing at the pain.
What felt like a million matched being lit against her skin, the pain soon dissuaded.
Only to be awakened again...by a sudden shove from behind.
The liquid greedily swallowed its newest victim.
The audience grew silent as the water now tauntingly rippled, hungry for more of the weak, hopeless, and afraid.
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The Collection
PoetryPoems about...well you'll have to read to find out. Disclaimer: these are poems I've written in the past by myself. If you see anyone else posting these please know that I'am the original author. Also please excuse grammar and spelling:p.
