Poems from Rachel1Scott
It's twenty past nine.
The angel clock on the wall smiles
down at me,
with eerie indifference,
and otherworldy interest.
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They see me,...
Her fingers had clawed desperately
To free herself from his struggling grip
He had somehow managed to secure around her wrists.
Nails...
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He had been 'reading' for
As long as he could remember.
His mother's voice was soothing to his ears
As it washed over them in a soft,...