Treasure Island

Jessica Lee Workman

(Janurary 2,1994 / born in Spokane Washington live in Post Falls Idaho)

Midnight


im dreading the moment when the sun goes down and the full moon comes up,
when you here the mysterious voices and loud sounds, and i don't feel okay,
i start to shake as my stomach ties,
as i start to walk faster and faster the mysterious things are following me
i come to a pay phone and try calling my
daddy but the line is dead the thoughts are starting to fill my head
i start to pannic but then the sun starts to rise and everything seams to fade away

Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, January 18, 2012

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