There once was a girl
who drove a big, black bus
to the edge of a bridge
overlooking the sea.
In the occupied seats
sat her torturous demons
ready to attack her
if needed be.
The girl opened the doors
and walked out to the shore
her demons following
closely behind.
She turned her back
to the edge of the sea
and told them she needed
a moment alone.
She reached out and touched
her forehead with her index
closing her eyes
to savour the moment.
She then took out a blade
from the inside of her jeans
tore it through the air
to make the demons flee.
They hissed and they clawed
slashed their talons in the air
but the girl bit back the tears
and let out a war cry.
She gripped her demons
by their beastly throats
twisting her hands
and the demons fell down.
She gathered them all
in her big, black bus
pushed it in the water
and let her demons drown.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
There once was a girl
who drove a big, black bus
to the edge of a bridge
overlooking the sea.
In the occupied seats
sat her torturous demons
ready to attack her
if needed be.
The girl opened the doors
and walked out to the shore
her demons following
closely behind.
She turned her back
to the edge of the sea
and told them she needed
a moment alone.
She reached out and touched
her forehead with her index
closing her eyes
to savour the moment.
She then took out a blade
from the inside of her jeans
tore it through the air
to make the demons flee.
They hissed and they clawed
slashed their talons in the air
but the girl bit back the tears
and let out a war cry.
She gripped her demons
by their beastly throats
twisting her hands
and the demons fell down.
She gathered them all
in her big, black bus
pushed it in the water
and let her demons drown.
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