Friday, May 3, 2019

But it felt so real? By Milly

As I look up from my unfilled moment of nothing all I see are
hundreds of gloomy putrid tree trunks.

They appear like a horde of bedraggled beaver things. These
“things” look like they have just been put out after a raging fire.

My eyes watered as a musty smoke odour crammed my nostrils.
I kept my eyes open until a tear waterfalled out, everything
became clear again.

I walk gracefully through the rotting tree “things”... I feel the ashy
mud and remains seep through my toes, I tremble.

Swiftly I feel the sun gleaming at me. I wake up and realise it was
all a dream! But it felt so real?…

By Milly

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