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The Path to Death

December 21, 2013
By rachellian BRONZE, Camarillo, California
rachellian BRONZE, Camarillo, California
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Prancing through the shadows of death
Dried flowers brushed my shoulder–
The air was crisp and misty
My body began to feel colder

I passed a lonely city
But it was I who felt that way
Such thoughts oppressed my mind
And slowly–I withered away

Around the corner he was–
Waiting desperately for me
The mist guided my path to death
And I was soon to be free–


The author's comments:
I wrote this for my pastiche on Emily Dickinson. Enjoy.

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