Thin, Pallid Skin

A cold stone weighed down his chest.

With rattling, trembling lungs

He whimpered out his last few breaths.

Through his thin, pallid skin a heart beat slow.

Each thump shattered the earthbound rock.

His soul wrenched itself from its chains,

Leaping into the heavens, but

Dissolving in the burning acid rain,

Leaving a fragile shell

That crumbled into sand;

The sand that fills the unforgiving deserts

across which warm feet walk.


About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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