by Evi   Dec 30, 2017

Why can I not go out?
Why can I not meet people?
Why can I not leave the wardrobe?

Is it because I have the smell of decay?

Tell me dad!

Why is mommy searching for me?
Why is everyone crying?
Why are you not crying?
Why can I not move anymore, dad?

Is it because I have the smell of decay?

When will this stop?
I don't like it when my body decays...

But this will never stop.

I know.
Because your eyes are burning.

The spring is not coming.
Flowers will not bloom.
This is over.

Help me.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Shaker

    Are you really 16, THAT WAS AMAZING

  • 1 year ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Wow. I have to agree with Milly on this one. This is definitely an interesting- and haunting- point of view that is very well written and equally portrayed.
    It brings up so many unanswered questions for the reader and even with such short lines brings so much power with each and every single word.
    This is phenominal.

    • 1 year ago

      by Evi

      Thank you so much!

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    An interesting write which is cleverly written from the perspective of the ghostly child. The why cant I leave the wardrobe being the giveaway. Using this viewpoint(the viewpoint of a child) made it thought provoking because on the one hand it portrays the innocence of a child asking questions that can never be answered and on the other raises the question what will the child be asking when it gets reduced to bones and as its bones crumble which then leads me to think would the child have gone mad by then or will some celestial being have come to rescue the poor little spirit and taken it onto a more heavenly plane. A piece that grows the fascination of the reader the deeper you dig into the prose. Best wishes Milly x

    • 1 year ago

      by Evi

      Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it

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