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'The Scream' Left Something on the Trip
My feet whisked me across the the wooden path,
To the impatient boat; with every inch it swam,
My heart pounded.
Finally I’m close - and I’m so close - enough to kiss the sheen!
My hand tugs my bags, softly weighing them.
I’m ready, I’m almost there -
The world stops.
My heart faltered. My blood drains from my face,
Leaving me cold and helpless,
Practically crying out “You’re dead.”
My lungs shake, my breath shudders.
I didn’t, for a second, realize what the matter was but…
Oh.
My.
GOD!
Oh my god I LEFT IT AT HOME!!
Oh my lord, how am I supposed to leave this infernal place,
If I. Don’t. HAVE IT?!
Oh, the profanity.
The Hell!
I should’ve made a godforsaken list!
My mother was always telling me to - AAGH!
I was doing so good, how could I have screwed up this time?!
My life depended on it! I’m so stupid!!
I heard my luggage crash to the floor with a thud.
Then, a honk from the boat; my quivering body jumped.
No, no wait, please, I’m coming!
Sniff, no, the dock’s already retracting!
“Oh God, give me a second chance, please!” I cried.
I’m not that moronic, I promise…
I wipe my face with my sleeve,
Soiling the clean fabric I hoped to proudly display to the boatmen.
I turn my face and see someone.
Holding a sketchbook. Staring at me.
My pounding pulse launches my hands up to my cheeks.
My cold face now blushing mad red with embarrassment.
The man, clad in a stained brown coat, flees.
Leaving me a blubbering fish, like I’d seen a ghost.
My ragdoll form hugs the wood.
My tears soil the material further.
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