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Final Moments
I exhaled. Time slowed, all of the pain and suffering left in the breath slowly, dragging it out of me as a painful reminder of where I was. I received a moment of peace and then the pain came back.
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The Protector
A pen dropped. This pulled me from my staring point sharply and back into the dull, grey room I was sitting in. Dull was an understatement: just a bit of colour would lighten it up.
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Two-face
Anger flows through the lines in his face, All of his soldiers keeping to his pace, He spots a child looking up at him, He draws his pistol, And the slaughtering begins.
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Conflicting views
I’d like to bury you, deep within the ground. No air to breathe. No sky to ever see. You deserve a knife to your throat, no blood left in your veins. Drowned. Sick of your sight.
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The Sand-Man
Sand moves, making its way, falling with grace, building and ebbing, til it makes a face. Risen, strong, arms and legs rise, then collapse. Sand builds again, forms a chest.
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