No One Saves Them Because No One Cares
Bright
fleeting
wings and leaves
feathers and skin
shed amongst bisque grass
Slithering reptiles creep
scampering all flee
in a tide of squeals and screaming
Shouts echo in the lonely woodland
No one saves creatures that are below them.
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Art student with hopes of becoming a Medical/Scientific Illustrator. Faces the challenges of being vertically challenged, sleep deprived, stressed, and over-worked on a daily basis. Uses poetry to let out some of the stress and emotions. Has two contradicting sides, dark and moody or sarcastic and comedic.
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