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The Island

I woke up on an island
Clearly washed up on shore
The day ran away
Then I counted four
Eyes blinking at me,
Through the trees
Holy shit that's a light post
Why is it tilted
45 degrees

Where's my family
They'll be missing me
Where's my family?!

But I never found them
I figured out what the problem was
I heard the ending of the world
Screeching bloody murder
The eyes darted to left
As they moved to the right
Out of the treeline
Towards my mind

I scrambled backwards on the sand
I stopped moving when I felt a hand
On the back of my neck
I ran and I ran and I ran
But I never got back

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©26 November 2016 - 9:47pm — Finsmojo
17 August 2018 - 1:28pm — Seraphim
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Fear

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”
― H.P. Lovecraft, Supernatural Horror in Literature
 
I enjoyed this one, it had me speed-reading to the end to find out what was happening, and re-reading it again.
I can only imagine the mindset of an apocalypse survivor; I imagine they'd be afraid of everything for awhile, 
especially by someone or something touching their shoulder from behind. Keep writing!
 
~Seraphim

Post Tenebras Spero Lucem