Awakening to moistened cobblestones
My lips taste of their hardened nature
As darkening pain robs me of vision
Their smoothness seduces me to consciousness
Such as bewilderment can invoke
Fingertips explore, feeling the grit
And rivulets of time between the stones
As doubt threatens to once again darken sanity
Strength has abandon me amidst this predicament
Sinew and muscle useless as warming liquid
Pools pleasurably about me
Indeed, spring rain, inciting fond memories
She had just dropped me off
A quick kiss through the window
As I ran across to my Brownstone
Of which I still see thirty feet distant
I should love to sit on its steps
But now, they are pulling the sheet
Over my head; ~as I close my eyes~
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- Close Your Eyes by Dalaney.
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Yikes! You do write in the dark genre.
"But now, they are pulling the sheet
Over my head; ~as I close my eyes~"
Great ending!
Love,
Amera♥
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Oh dear! Very dark but you'd never sense it until those final lines and whammo!!! Nice job. Love, C
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