Sound, Words, and Other Deaths
The air turned black all around me and the fear truly set in. The darkness is surrounding. Who's to know what lies within? The voices spin, dizzying in my head. They repeat all those words to me. All the words they said are closer than memory. As my blood runs out, the darkness swirls around me. My wrists stop shaking, and I die soundly.
Copyright © Charlie Butler | Year Posted 2025
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