Pompeii
Plaster bodies Huddled and hopeless Lifeless Was Vulcan fickle? Was the mountain enraged? The artifacts were saved Tucked in by a gray blanket The tragedy Brings in approximately 2.5 million visitors each year
A place to share my creative writing and my love for it.
Plaster bodies Huddled and hopeless Lifeless Was Vulcan fickle? Was the mountain enraged? The artifacts were saved Tucked in by a gray blanket The tragedy Brings in approximately 2.5 million visitors each year
That moment of dread, when you watch a tangerine sunset. The fruit fading as the sky voraciously swallows that last slice of light, and you are left in the dark, alone.
I remember the first time I saw that twinkle Bright, pure, happy, dancing As I looked to the sky now I could see nothing but black The stars were falling Falling down your face And as I brushed the stardust…
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