Collapsing dreams in the sudden storm. Awakening beneath the lies. Remembering those faces. Absorbing the pain. Helping hands extended then taken away. Wanting to remove the stench of sorrow from battered flesh. Hoping these wounds will bleed out the darkness.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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