Sweet but Fatal Unknowns

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something I came up with at school. I'd thought it be nice to share it for the Booksie Community

Submitted: March 25, 2019

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The young man steps outside;
rays of light sink into his skin as the chilly air
brushes against his face. His love for the outdoors show
greatly through his vibrant smile and overall positive attitude

He ventures out; foraging plants from the wild;
His inventory is nearly full to the brim with an assortment
of herbs and berries, yet, the man still continues collecting
because he thinks he'll need even more.

He travels to one last bush; picking red berries that he had never seen before. He makes sure to collect as many as he can before he heads back out. He never looks back, and never notices the rotten remains of an animal that lies next to it.

The man treads the path back to his house; tired and weary from earlier deeds. He looks up and realizes that La Luna has taken over the sky, so he wastes no time in opening the door to his abode, locking it, and sitting down to rest. His hunger immediately hits him, and he readies to erase it.

The first type he notices are the plump red berries,
so he takes a handful and does not hesitate to stuff them into his mouth; as if he was a starving animal.

The taste was nothing less than sweet and exquisite
So he takes another with great haste
But as he is about to consume them, he grabs his head,
Pain and lightheadedness spreading all throughout his body

All at once, the young man falls out of his chair;
Like an angel that has fallen from grace
A blank, empty state is one of his last actions;
the other being the berries rolling out of his stiff hands.
 

 


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