Not a story, but a poem story. No summary. :]


My eyes were taken by like principle driven units.

The sun fell through the window upon a gentle face.

My body was frozen still with bewildered mischeif making.

The feeling of open vincibility reveiled all, but truth.

My muscles were less than tense, more than soft.

The slight release of pain and discomfort spilled seconds.

Although I was sequestered, I will return for more.

The End

4 comments about this story Feed