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Daniella

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

8 poems·Since March 2013
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A Holocaust

April 25, 2013
A silver yawn her intake of breath And she closes her eyes and stretches her sobbing limbs. A monstrous groan her wasted abdomen And she closes her eyes to conceal herself from the menacing lips of starvation. A bottomless gash her crimson blood And she closes her eyes and looks far off from the whip of her hunter. A steep incline her frozen feet And she closes her eyes and continues on the direct path to hell. A metal door her outstretched arm And she closes her eyes And breathes her last breath.
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