Dark corners.
Laughing winds, dancing outside of my window.
Do you hear that?
Creaking, sneaking, gently brushing against my heart.
Stone cold.
Oh, little stars, how do you shine?
Against the moon, against the night.
Sweet raven, how are you singing still?
End of the world, city on fire.
Are you screaming?
There's no one here to hear you.
Alone.
Only you.
Us.
Am I here?
No, no, no.
Alone.
A contest entry
- Show me what scares you by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended February 9, 2008, 16 entries
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Many people are afraid of ending up alone.
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