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Just a short piece I wrote not too long ago. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue on with it, or leave it as is. Any comments regarding what I should do would be much appreciated.

I open my eyes and all I can see are dead tree limbs and corpses scattered among the stones.
A vast waste land of nothing but decay.
There’s the sound of birds in the distance.
Scavengers.
Waiting to tear my flesh, pick apart my bones until there is nothing left, just as they have done to the many before me.
I should be terrified.
How did I end up here?
It doesn’t matter. Not really.
I’ve been here many times before
in my dreams
[what you may call nightmares]
And the truth is
it feels like home.

Reviews

[Crowley]

This stands on its own as it is quite well, the last line summing up an experience that doesn't resemble dreams in the good context. You paint a vivid picture with your words in everything that I have read so far..I am glad you came aboard, welcome the WC not to be confused with the CW...the writing is bette here...sometimes....lol.