If Darkness Is A Predator...

...Then That Makes Us The Prey.

By Jessica PhoenixPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Escape, was all I could think of as I sat alone in the dark.

Couldn't see, couldn't breathe,

Lonely as prey waiting to be caught by a shark.

It was useless, trying to get away.

Pain took root in my mind as I wished to be free.

Something in me twisted as I thought of

Everything that could never be.

"To write well, express yourself like the common people, but think like a wise man." -Aristotle

I'm working on a book that I hope to publish sometime soon- Wish me luck!

I enjoy drawing, reading about Autism, and researching about dogs!

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