Her hands are soft
Like a silky pillow case
She takes mine into hers
She guides me
Her smile wide and pretty
Like a rainbow
Captivating
She guides me through the thick jungle
It's overgrown and humid
The air is thick and hard to breathe
Sweat trickles down my forehead
In the middle of all this
We stop.
She stares into my eyes,
I start to feel sick.
Her smile turns into an ugly frown
Her hands stab into mine with her sharp nails
My sweat turns to blood
My vision has a fog
My head spins.
I was tricked
Again.
I thought it'd be different
How clueless and native I am.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
