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Intrusive. Scary.
My thoughts thrive in this nightmare.
How do I escape?
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This is very well articulated, even in just so few words.
I love reading your haikus. I am beginning to see the insight, thought and emotion you bring to each one.
Intrusive thoughts truly are the most haunting things. Well done!