Coming?
Too good, too bitter.
I don't mind.
Scuttling away, darkness flows.
Choke and cough, blinded with tears.
Ashes.  Small devils of dust.
There was no beast, there was no beast.
We're being fools.
Darkness came the answer.
Sting of ashes, tiredness, fear
There was silence.
Are you frightened?
Vanished.
They had forgotten him.
Now-?
Of course.
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This was a school assignment but I felt like posting it here haha.  It's basically a poem of reordered random phrases and words in the book Lord of the Flies, from pages 119 to 122.  I just thought that this was kinda dark, which suits my personality ^¬^

~Lilysplash

Coming?
Of course.