Pressed against the rough feel of bricks
Salty air beats against my face
Creaks of footsteps a bit ahead
Blood pumps vigorously in the air
Thumping of heart beat rapidly rises
-The game began-
Prey and predator; face to face
Desire rises as cold sweat washes over
No begs or cries
Fear consumes and the sound of my laughter echoes
-She runs-
Weak games are no fun to play
The pounding of the pavement down in the distant-
Swiftly. I turned.
Shock slapped her face
"Naughty little girl- didn't anyone tell you not to wander at night?"
-I wake-
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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