Black
Black Black clothes A mixture of blood shot green and brown eyes. A smell of dust, and old wood A red carpet with white swirls that went on and on.. My grandma In a white silky bed The one who put life in me Is now lifeless. A flashback to when Her hands drifted across my arms as she pretended that her fingers were spiders, an undeniable joy in both of our eyes. and were back in the old musty room my vision now foggy "Be Serious Seris" I was serious now. And as she was buried, so was a part of me. From there on i had vowed to make her proud.
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