I wrote this last year--in year nine, aged 13--when I was part of a poetry group. There were a few schools from my home city involved. It was put in this little leaflet-y book-y thing, and I wrote it the week before the book was put together, so if it's a bit crummy, that's why.
I like doing dark stories/poems better than lighter ones, so a lot of the stuff I'll decide to put up here is gonna be like that. Hope you like this one, anyways.
It reaches out with claws, cold and cruel.
It fashions itself to the victim.
It wipes away the joy of the day in one simple movement.
It's dark and unfeeling.
Sometimes...there's no escape.
You awake in cold sweat...
Yeah. Dark stuff is easier to write. XD
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