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poem for a certain storytellerthe willow charcoal stains my fingerspoem for a certain storyteller by valke312
in rememberance of those monochrome dreams
the ones where you told the stories
and i heard those ethereal melodies
i draw tonight with sights of long ago
the memories haunting like phantasms of the night
tomorrow i'll scrub my nail beds
and hear our songs play in my head
but i'll never get the black out
i'll just miss you instead
The night I swear to surviveI was sitting at the dining room, dripping wet, hands shaking so hard that I can't write anything with my pen. My mind was busy trying to focus on the task, but at the same time the fear that I felt blocked my memory.The night I swear to survive by Natsumi726
She came in, looked at my paper thoroughly and found out that the paper was blank. I started to tremble, I wanted to escape, but my feet were weakened by the fear that I felt.
Again. She hit me again. I didn't know how many times I was hit by her hands today. Five? Six? Ten? Whatever. My cheeks turned bright red, and before the pain was gone she pulled my hair, saying words that shouldn't be said to a child with her own tongue and lips. I looked into her eyes, and then I realized:
"This isn't my mom, she's a demon"
She then grabbed my pen, writing mathematic stuff about Pythagoras, explaining it to me in a tone which is usually used by evil antagonists in movies. None stuck on my head. Then, she told me to solve the question she just made and I started