Submissions by She_is_love_86
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An honest, multi-genre writer. And if you just happen to walk down the street and see a ghost of the girl who loved you for years, don't worry, it's just me.
Stranger on a train
Here I sit, waiting for the train.
It's hot, I have no water and I'm almost done with my book.
Out of nowhere, a stranger comes walking down the ramp. Like a freak occurrence. A bolt of lightning, without any rain.
He is pale, and his eyes wander in search of something, or maybe someone.
I continue to read.
I look up, and suddenly the stranger has appeared in front of me. His gaze focuses on me.
Why? I can't tell.
I'm nothing special. I have nothing to offer.
He asks for my name. I tell him.
"That's a pretty name."
I can feel...
It's hot, I have no water and I'm almost done with my book.
Out of nowhere, a stranger comes walking down the ramp. Like a freak occurrence. A bolt of lightning, without any rain.
He is pale, and his eyes wander in search of something, or maybe someone.
I continue to read.
I look up, and suddenly the stranger has appeared in front of me. His gaze focuses on me.
Why? I can't tell.
I'm nothing special. I have nothing to offer.
He asks for my name. I tell him.
"That's a pretty name."
I can feel...
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The Slow Death
It's not you, it's me.
Okay, wait... it is you.
You, with your deep brown eyes and your manipulative tongue. You crept in and waited until I was at my most vulnerable.
You latched onto me with your sharp teeth and your words like a poison, have eaten away at my organs.
My bones are brittle, my brain is slowly dying.
There is nothing left.
Nothing but a hollow shell of the one I was.
You've left me with nothing and you are nothing more than a murderer. A disease. A monster.
I hope you are happy with what you've done.
You slowly...
Okay, wait... it is you.
You, with your deep brown eyes and your manipulative tongue. You crept in and waited until I was at my most vulnerable.
You latched onto me with your sharp teeth and your words like a poison, have eaten away at my organs.
My bones are brittle, my brain is slowly dying.
There is nothing left.
Nothing but a hollow shell of the one I was.
You've left me with nothing and you are nothing more than a murderer. A disease. A monster.
I hope you are happy with what you've done.
You slowly...
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