Beca Harris
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Hey there, I mainly write prose in the note section of my phone, that I hope someday I can publish.
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Black Depth
The darkness echoed in hymn. The sadness in its song, the longing. It reached out into the abyss hoping to be found, to be noticed. It had looked a sorry sight when I found it, a most peculiar finding. I felt an overwhelming ache in my ribcage, that crawled between my bones and pressed softly against my chest. But I couldn’t take my eyes away, not even for a second. It was there, on the ground. Some decaying leaves had covered the corners with their skeleton veins and it had a tear down the side, as if it had been thrown so violently away that I could almost feel its sorrow pulse through the veins in my wrists. Rejected by its owner. I knelt down in the dust, the ash. The fire had stopped burning yesterday and the only thing that could be found through the greying haze of a once beautiful blaze was this. This small black book that looked like coal and ruin. Its pages were held together protectively by a single elastic strap.
By Beca Harris5 years ago in Humans
