Death isn't a fresh perspective by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
Death isn't a fresh perspective
I saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
tic-tac,
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
myself
to swallow fifteen,
thinking it'd
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
of death
instead of mint.
I'm learning the arts of the comic book artist and one day would like to start my own series or work for marvel comics. I strongly dislike the color green and technology. I also am to scared to post anything, so I just stalk humans like you and favorite your artwork. that's about it...
So I had this dream that the whole world is like completely white, and there's me mum and dad looking down at there phones. My little sister is across from the doing the same thing as well as one of my friends. So then there's this voice saying "Go to the painting.", so I go down some stairs and next thing ya know I'm in a forest that's surrounded walls like as if im in a room. On the wall I see a fox and a rabbit sitting together in a painting, I turn around and I see a fox covered in blood with another fox with the same rabbit. I start waling away to run in to this lady the only color being her black hair and shes just glaring at me. I go