• sosaiety_dreaming 9w

    DOES IT RAIN ON SUNDAYS?

    An amalgamation of inaudible sounds and smoke rented the air

    Distant caws of crows, the only sound that I could decipher.

    Feeling a bit of consciousness,I turned my head.

    "Susan' I uttered feebly noticing a wheel spin into a river.

    I stood up weakly to observe the wreckage,cold wind brushing over my face.

    Consciousness was the only thing that I lost on the eve of wedding day.

    I curse the day.
    I curse the car.
    I curse the weather.

    Or Perhaps I should just curse myself
    ©sosaiety_dreaming