The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Tank
Grey skies
And the rain won't stop
The water keeps rising
My glass box turns into
A sanctuary of sorts
A prison of sorts
My crippling fear of
Not breathing
Keeps me here
Since there is no hero
On the horizon
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