my bones are cold
I have been drowning for years
I can feel things that I cannot see
like someone watching over me
how else do you explain my luck
that in my life, I have only hurt myself
I have shielded my loved ones from the worst of it
I didn't want them cursed like me
but hey I got this far
I get to decide what makes me happy
that did not use to be true
I no longer avoid growth
so that I don't rock the boat
turns out change feels good
if you find joy in life
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
High Rise, Deep Impact
I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
By Penelope Henain3 days ago in Writers
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