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Environmental Literature Journal Entry #1
The lake is frozen over, still. There is snow covering it. No footprints, tracks. Nothing. Completely blank. Sun is bright. Sky is blue, with clouds hovering low to the ground. Cars are going down the road. Everything seems normal on campus. Grass coming through the snow. Trees are bare.
By alexandria Urrutia8 years ago in Poets
Before I Died
Every desperate breath I take does nothing to sustain the ache in my chest, the desire for air, the hope for life. My lungs seem to collapse in on themselves, rejecting the oxygen I’ve offered. My mind is turning blue. I’ve been depleted of strength to go on. My body is failing. My legs have gone weak and I sink to the floor. I cannot hold up my head and my arms fall dully to my side. I am a mind trapped in a stiff cold body. Soon there is nothing to offer lungs, no way for me to fill them with life. I am still and quiet, as the dirt falls around my cage and the men above mumble prayers.
By Casey Elaine Stevenson8 years ago in Poets
