momo23
Half a smile,
Half a sentence,
Half a happiness.
I'm tired of halves.
Where's the other?
Half
is never enough.
She ran,
she ran,
she ran,
towards the light at the end of the track....
Slowly,
her breathing became heavy,
her chest heaving,
her lungs screaming for air,
Her feet slowed,
until every step was a struggle,
and finally
she crumpled to the ground
and stretched her fingers to the light
in a final, desperate attempt
as her heart
beat itself
out.
A girl
is kneeling
among the bodies
and ruins
of the street
holding the bloodied head
of the man
with the accordion.
A bench
two people used to sit here
laughing
talking
whispering
but now
it's just me.
A carpet of leaves
dead leaves
crunching under my boots
A ceiling of sky
dead sky
poking through the bare branches
of the stark trees
A world of silence
dead silence
everything is dead
except me.
Did anyone notice that they spelled "lilies" wrong? Ha. I refuse to write about it.