Last night the world had come to an end.She was alone.Everyone sleeping tight.Under humid fans.Bare bellied.Sweating in dirty sheets.Dark dusty dry hollow.A destroyed metropolis. And she was a l o n e .
Very very scared.No mother. No boy.
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4 comments:
dark is the word for this one. simple and sad.
touches something in me. scary...
I can relate to this.
@ruksak: hah :P laughing through my teeth.
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