Matilda Bechtel

the cliff

I´m falling

cold air scratching my skin

the sky above me

is out of reach

moving faster than ever

feeling the force of gravitation

pulling me to the ground

suddenly stopping

a sharp rock

cruelly tearing my chest apart

drilling through my heart

it hurts

but it’s nothing

against the pain I felt

when you pushed me of that cliff

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 02/21/2020.

 

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