Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

The scent of death

 listen to the sounds
Look at the surroundings
Nothing to hear
Nothing to see...

But Feel it
the presence
Hanging over the area
like a raincloud in the sky

I smell it
the smell of death
the smell of murder
the scent of evil spirits

Unmistakable
stuck in my nostrils
Life has passed
But who and where

God only knows.

Serious

◄ Shining

My Best Friend ►

Comments

No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message