Fall Murder She stood mute, hair rising as she stared with wide eyes. The murderer stared back from the thick brush, leveling his gun. Her body tensed in fear, eyes wider. Sweat beaded his brow despite the chill autumn weather. Their eyes met; she turned to run and he felled the doe.
River Falling I look above me, look to the sky as it slips away under liquid glass. It’s cold, so very cold. I can’t move, my chest burns for air and my skin crawls with fear. My eyes are closing; I can’t see the sky slip away. Is this cold oblivion death?
Fenris Kyoru · Wed Aug 01, 2007 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |