When time stops, it will be because there is no one
left to count
the seconds,
minutes,
hours in a day...
The girl screamed, her blanket
clutched to her chest, like she had just woken up.
The ground was black with
ash, the whole earth chard overnight,
everything obliterated.
The skies had gone dark, the air was
still. The girl, pink pajamas and blanket, the color
pushed her form out of the now dark world.
She sniffed, each—
breath, each—
word becoming more and more panicked.
Her fear radiated through the air, like the suns warmth in
summer. Tears slide down her cheeks painting a
blush through the coats of dust covering her face. Frantic eyes darting, as if someone would
jump out and take her away.
Her feet were bare, blistered and dry from walking, the skin, pealed.
Her stomach grumbled, begging for food. Tired knees wobbled, begging to
kiss the ground.
She wailed for someone, anyone, yet—
the world was quiet.
Voices screaming in her head,
Screams, cries, pleas,
it was as if the devil himself was torturing his last victim,
and all of humanity were his tools
And Pandora's box was opened, the worlds last hope was extinguished.
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My Thoughts
PoetryA collection of short stories and poems through the years. Just some random thoughts and ideas thrown in there.
