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The Darker Side Of Me-Chap 9Chapter 9
This has to be a dream.
Leafpool was positive about that. Sitting next to her was Ashfur, his eyes shining with love, his smile as gentle and welcoming as ever. She felt a purr rise in her chest. Then she saw three kits scampering around them playfully. Were they her kits? One was a black she-kit, another a blue-gray tom and the last was a ginger tabby tom. All of them had one thing in common, they were perfect.
"They're beautiful," Ashfur mewed softly in her ear and Leafpool looked up at him and smiled, "Just like you." Leafpool gasped in shock. Had he just he didn't did he? Ashfur licked her cheek, proving what he'd last said had indeed been meant.
"As Ashfur, you really think that?" she asked, her eyes as wide as moons. He purred and wrapped his tail around her, pulling her closer.
"Of course," he mewed softly, StarClan if this is a dream, don't let this one end, she silently prayed, "Leafpool, I-" She blinked awake. She was back in her
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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