There's a child in the forest,
running from her fate.
Tears are running freely now,
and her knees bleed from the times she fell.
Pieces of fabric stick to branches,
as she runs from what's behind her.
She hears echoed screams in her head,
her heart beats fast, as she quickens her pace.
Hair pulls out, she bites her lip,
and the blood tastes good to her.
The child is scared, and white with fear.
She listens to the sounds around her.
Stop girl. You're safe.
No more running.
The girl is crying, the girl is hurt.
Oh shit, the girl is me.
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Written April 11th, 2006
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Good Job!
As it's been said, quite an emotional piece. Very creative, well written, good job! -
Excellent
What emotions!!! This is so good, I feel as though I'm watching a young girl running through a forest, scared and alone.
Brillant, love it heaps
100/100
I applaud you -
Wow, talk about raw emotion... it reminds me of dreams I used to have when I was little, running from some unknown terror while dark shadows claw at me. Good visuals, good flow, I do like it, the last line tho, so perfect. Definetly a good write.
-Ash
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