Frozen in fear

November 13, 2011
The piano talks to me
rats scurry in the street
I lay there red a beautiful crimson puddle circles my head
my leafy green eyes staring wide open in shock, and fear like the dark grim is with me
I am growing cold with fear and an overpowering feeling of sunshine
I'm completely cold
My soft brown hair is soaked in blood my leafy green eyes flutter shut like a butterflies wings

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