New voices, new flash-length fantasy.
Faces
By Kaysorn Lee
A face rises out of the mist and I scream.
It’s his face
Their faces
All around me
Rising, rising
I swing my sword at them, at the mist
But they rise again
Stare blankly
Dead
Until one by one
They enter me
Possess me
And I am gone.
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Lee is a 21 year old biology student who writes poetry in her spare time.
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