Sometimes life tastes like teardrops of white noise. It's so hot in the UAE, and it's not even summer yet. This is a short story(?) that I wrote based on one of my favourite childhood memories. (Please bear with me, I'm crap at writing stories ahaha) Hope you enjoy. :) <3 Scarf: a joint connecting two pieces of timber or metal in which the ends are bevelled or notched so that they fit over or into each other. You capture my attention like an old-time movies star.
~ S C A R F ~ My first fictitious story (I think) that's not in the form of a poem. It's progressive and a bit long, so bear with me, please. Hope y'all enjoy! Red's definitely not my color. But I don it so that I can be seen.
Apparently it's also good for not dying
Saddened wool whips round my neck. To hide the scars of a life where I showed disrespect. This wool that pulls oh so tight. Almost ended me one cold spring night.
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