Photo Fiction

photo fiction

The rain outside inspires my dark thoughts

Drifting away, drifting away from this lonely church

I’m sitting up here by myself

We both know I’m not alone

Something in this putrid air makes me feel so empty

Perhaps it’s the rain or the coffin below me

Soon you will join me

Until your journey I will bemoan

If you could move a little closer please

I could tell you more about this retched city

My heart still knows your mine

If they only knew, if they only knew how pretty

So here I am

I don’t want to be alone

But now I have to ask

Why you put that knife in my back


  1. A neat surprise at the end, as it turned around my opinion of the narrator… at first, I thought he was looking to do some evil deeds, but then it turns out an evil deed had been done to him.


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