Whispering
Author's Note: I've had a few things bottled up inside and this its outcome. Title taken from Spring Awakening. It turns out SA has been fueling a lot of my inspiration these past few weeks. This drabble/one-shot was inspired by The Bitch of Living, And Then There Were None, Don't Do Sadness, and Whispering (I think that last one was obvious).
Whispering,
Hear the ghosts in the moonlight.
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bone, through their skin.
Listening,
To the souls in the fool's night.
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands,
And there's heartache without end.
Pre-write for this contest; 526 words.
Whispering,
Hear the ghosts in the moonlight.
Sorrow doing a new dance
Through their bone, through their skin.
Listening,
To the souls in the fool's night.
Fumbling mutely with their rude hands,
And there's heartache without end.
Pre-write for this contest; 526 words.