{"sf1_id":685261,"sf2_id":"ZmM6ZRln","title":"Poem #17","author":"Shadowfortuna","words":134,"posted_at":"2014-03-27T20:06:00.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685261-poem-17","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM6ZRln","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/70/f3/70f3e6f7-be32-4dff-b9c1-2b46138662cc","description":"#16 of My Poems\n\nsometimes my mind doesn't let me ever forget..","content":"As i sit in the light,\u0026nbsp;  \n recording what i hear,  \n what i see, everything into my tablet.  \n Tears run down my cheeks, i look at my hands,   \n sometimes i see so much blood,   \n i can smell the metallic taint.  \n My hands feel sticky, before with a start,  \n everything is clean, no blood and smell.  \n Everything returns to normal as i shake,  \n more tears start to flow,  \n while i wrestle with my inner demons.  \n I sit at the edge, staring at an abyss,  \n horror and pain fill it to the brimm.  \n I shift and next to it,   \n Beauty and peace fills the second.  \n As the wind blows to cool the tears on my cheeks,  \n my stomach tosses and churns,   \n even as i come to grip with all i have seen.  \n\u0026nbsp;i struggle to not break.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"My Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685259-poem-16.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685263-poem-18.json"}}