The After Life

by xxxagonyxxx   Mar 31, 2012


Quiet
Steal Air
Chunks of grass
Flipping as pages
Of a open bbook.
Trees drifting
Brick walls clambering
Darkness clogging ones ears
Rain dropping ice cubes
Acid blocks
Red warm bloody river
smokey moutains
Flying demonic dearths
Sand angels
bulbs of light
Twisted angels
Flying articles
multiplying spears
A never ending fall
Until you hit the bottom of every bottom

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  • 13 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I really like this piece, forgive me i'm not really a "technical " writer by any stretch of the imagination but i really really like this, last line it epic :-) 5/5

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