The Fall

March 1, 2018
By Anonymous

Faded blue jeans

Crisp leaves under my feet

Ominous grey clouds

Quick heart beat

Glanced over my shoulder and saw nothing

Looked in the trees and saw something running

Pale skin

Dark night

Nothing under the moonlight

Fist shut tight nails digging in my skin

Bleeding palm

A creepy grin

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