Nightmare RealmA Poem by Alexa TaschI walked until I reached a valley,
where storm clouds crashed upon the earth.
The horizon stained a vibrant red
reflected the blood from my dripping hands.
I wondered where the people went,
for not a soul dwelled near.
I searched the trees whose leaves were knives
and found only creeping silence.
My blood soaked hands brushed the grass
and painted crimson in my wake.
I headed east towards the dawn
for a place to dry my hands.
© 2013 Alexa TaschAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlexa TaschProvidence, RIAboutMy name is Alexa. I'm 19. I usually write instead of paying attention in my classes so I will post anything I think it good enough. Don't read my older stuff unless you're really committed because.. more..Writing
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