X's & O's and Lonely Crossroads
By Bria Fairchild
It's the same dream every night
I'm standing at a crossroad
To my left it is dark and I can't make out the path
To my right it is light but jagged rocks rise from the ground
There is no devil to make a deal with
No pact to be made or broken
Just me standing at the crossroads
It's simple really, I just need to take a step
Left or right left or right chants in my mind
With every breath, I hear them
The fears brushing up against my skin whispering in my ear
But tonight, something has changed
A new fear has found its voice and shakes me to my very core
What if I never move
What if I just stay still
About the Creator
Bria Fairchild
Hi! I hope you enjoy my short stories, bad poetry and the advice tidbits that I give out every Wednesday. Come and scream at the stars with me.
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