#trappedinmymind
Blood at the base of my neck
The taste of mold
Cold, cold, cold surrounds my every cell
My tears freezing as they trickle down my face
I breathe.
My sight sees a sliver of smoke climbing the ladder of air
I dare to shift my gaze
Distant moans, screams, footsteps creeping on the cobblestone
Slowly understanding action is required, I roll over,
Spit a stream of red, secure my undone laces,
And close my eyes to prepare for the pain I heavily anticipated;
First step....."ssss"
Second step....."hhhhaa"
Third step....."hooooo"
Run.
s.q.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC