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. ~ 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! You capture my attention like an old-time movies star.
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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