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Cadaver`s Tail: The Beginning part 4 (The letter)"Castile,
I told you that we should've gotten rid of it. I did this because I did not want to remember what it showed me. I will miss you and I am sorry for leaving you this way, I hope you will do the right thing. I will let you decide what you think that is. When I woke up I saw that it did to you what it did to me, so you know what it does, please do not hate me for what I did but I just couldn't stay the same mare you loved after the horrors I saw. I`m so sorry.
I must thank you.You spread lies with your silver tongue
You deceive like the succubus you are
I wish not to waste the breath in my lungs
But you make it difficult not to.
Oh how I wish to make you see
To open your eyes
To show you what you've done to me,
First you made me happy
But then you made me hurt,
In the end that you do not see
You made me happy once more
Yes it is true.
When you did what cannot be undone
I must thank you for leaving my life
Since then I have seen the light behind the clouds,
You were the final piece in the puzzle that let me see
Not everyone is who they say they are,
And that very few can be trusted in this world.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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