Story Time
I can feel it
Slowly falling.
We danced
We talked
An then the truth came out.
I thought
And thought
Now here I am
Telling my story
Of pure horror.
There's a pressure
On my chest
Its my hate
Of what happened
Or the fear of
What's happening next.
Copyright © Cheyenne Kay | Year Posted 2012
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