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Help me.
The dust settles somewhat over the wreckage in the streets.
Save me.
Black smoke pours out of one of the buildings.
Find me.
Running feet, a shout.
Get me out.
"Hello?"
I'm here!
"Anyone need any help?"
Yes! Save me!
The footsteps fade.
Come back! I'm here!
Broken glass everywhere.
It hurts.
A piece of a wall comes crashing down on the street, sending splinters flying.
Ow.
The first sirens close on the site.
Help.
A terrible weight crushes down.
Get me OUT!
The world starts fading away.
…help…
Whiteness.
…me.
Peace.
The dust settles somewhat over the wreckage in the streets.
Save me.
Black smoke pours out of one of the buildings.
Find me.
Running feet, a shout.
Get me out.
"Hello?"
I'm here!
"Anyone need any help?"
Yes! Save me!
The footsteps fade.
Come back! I'm here!
Broken glass everywhere.
It hurts.
A piece of a wall comes crashing down on the street, sending splinters flying.
Ow.
The first sirens close on the site.
Help.
A terrible weight crushes down.
Get me OUT!
The world starts fading away.
…help…
Whiteness.
…me.
Peace.
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Broken Bridge
Our path together runs straight and true
a few obstacles here and there but nothing we cant get through
As one we will walk hand in hand
never separating in this desolate land.
But soon a river does split our route
and we are forced apart no doubt
i glance across the river as you walk
but you stare straight no time to talk
i being to see that this river is growing
every moment wider and wider its showing
you start to look like a dot in my vision
it hearts my heart like an incision
You give no sign of care or stopping
you wont even glance to me, hunny
was it something i said, or something i did
it must be my fault for i am to you just a kid
Literature
Fragments
Ici
Ni nuages
ni bruit
et le sol
est trop lisse.
Je vais mentir.
Qui suis-je?
J'ai grandi d'un seul coup et très vite, comme une enfant qui saute et dont la tête reste accrochée, suspendue dans les airs, pour seulement s'apercevoir alors, en regardant en bas, qu'elle ne lévite pas, mais a un corps plus grand qui a poussé sous elle.
Etat des lieux
- Quarante et un morceaux d'un vase balancé.
- Six morceaux d'une assiette écrasée sur le mur.
- Onze morceaux d'un livré écharpé sans pleurer.
- Trois morceaux de la table assommée d'un poing lourd.
- Xanax, Tuinal, Prozac, Wisterol, par milliers.
- Deux morceaux d'un seul nous, désespoir distendu
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To the ones who did not survive. God bless your souls.
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May God take care of this world. And well written!!!