{"sf1_id":911051,"sf2_id":"YnLk2AAm","title":"The dark corner","author":"james mikoto","words":110,"posted_at":"2015-09-15T20:55:00.000Z","tags":["Dark","Death","Poems","Poetry","darkness","life","tears"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/911051-the-dark-corner","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLk2AAm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/81/47/8147db6e-e88f-4b5c-9959-4f4a6af6ea77","description":"#4 of life","content":"There's a cold dark corner  \nin the back of my room,  \nit speaks to me  \nand says I'm coming for you.  \n  \nAs I lie on my bed  \nin the fetal position,  \nmy eyes are closed  \nhoping and wishing.  \n  \nMaybe that one day  \nmy dreams will come true,  \nthat I don't have to be here  \nso down and blue.  \n  \nThe corner keeps talking  \nabout how I'm going to die,  \nall I can do  \nis lie there and cry.  \n  \nAs the corner gets closer  \nand takes me in,  \nmy soul starts to burn  \nas so does my skin.  \n  \nMy bones shall lie there  \nturning to dust,  \nmy bed surrounding  \nnothing but rust.  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"life","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/889749-family.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/929295-living.json"}}