Marie Gordon
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Aspiring author by day, Nursing school student by night.
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Stories of a Life Not So Well Lived
My eyes are heavy, like large cement bags weighing me down into the mattress. My whole body is relaxed and ready for the rest that tonight brings. My breathing is steady and slow, yet sleep still escapes me. Night after night I lay awake staring at the blank white ceiling hoping, praying for sleep. Like a man wondering the desert my soul craves sleep like his does water.
By Marie Gordon5 years ago in Poets
Stories of a Life Not So Well Lived
Fear, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My palms become damp as I quicken my pace, my feet move faster and faster until I feel like I am running on air. My lungs are burning as my breath escapes me. The deafening sound of my heartbeat rings through my ears, firing off like gunshots in an empty room. Shop after shop, closed. My mind races as I continue the chase in which in I am obviously the prey. Closed, closed, closed, the signs mock me in my feeble attempt to seek asylum. I can hear him.
By Marie Gordon5 years ago in Horror
A Moment In The Sun
Laying in the grass, the blinding light of the sun makes me feel at home. The green blades prod softly against my skin and support my body hovering just above the cold dirt. Warmth that is almost indescribable engulfs me, peace and comfort overwhelm me as my skin grows warmer and warmer. Through my closed eyelids I can see only the beautiful red and yellow of the sun’s rays. Slowly shifting and turning in the grass, I find myself sprawled out thinking about how much I missed the sensation of summer. I lift one of my arms above my head to stretch and let it drift up the side of my stomach, causing goosebumps to appear. My skin feels as if it could start on fire if I let it. Caressing my other arm gently, I feel like I am made of gold. Eventually I let my arm fall down onto the ground, cold to the touch.
By Marie Gordon5 years ago in Poets
