My Happy Place...
The presence of evocative gloom is suddenly sentient
A soft glow
illuminates from the gray clouds
A soft dullness fills the room
The presence of evocative gloom
is suddenly sentient
the calming sound
of rain
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
And let the
Cold
Harsh
Thoughts of reality
Slip from my mind
Its only now
That nothing exist
But the irrevocably irresistible
Sound
Of love
Sadness
And silence
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Excuse me, I'm speaking." - Kamala Harris
"As artists, we are eternally heartbroken." - Lady gaga
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
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