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River untie meRiver Untie meBy Jashinist112River untie me,Untie the ropes that cover my now silent mouth,untie these tight rotting ropes that hold my feet to cement blocks,that make my unmoving body stay,remove your wrathful hands from my lungs,and release me from the sudden tomb,where fish swim and turtles crawl,I lay there,with open but not seeing eyes,pleading for you to let me rise to the land I was born from,where people will weep,and murderors will dance,hoping for justice to look the other way.
How to Survive sub-Zero....for a little bit.....I remember standing in our old shed in what (I believe) was sub zero conditions. I was young but not too young that I would forget this experience like I forgot what I had for lunch last Tuesday. It might seem like it wasn't that bad being out in a shed for two hours in sub zero (2 below zero) but when your not even eight years old, it seems like it was a whole night.I wasn't prepared for staying out as long as my oldest sister had planned. I was wearing a light brown three year hand down winter coat, my second oldest sister's old snow pants, my pink boots with my matching pink mittens, and a hat my grandmother had knitted for me last christmas. The shed we were huddled in was built by my great grandfather and wasn't exactly air tight. Even though it did keep some of the wind out, we felt the wind that did come in and the snow drifting in from the cracks in the boarded sides of the shed. The shed was about 8 by 13 feet. We had enough commen sense to huddle, but it did us no good, we w
bury me under the starsburry me under the starsby Jashinist112laying on the frost bitten ground,waiting for the last breath to come and go,hoping that somehow help would be here,but I know it's too late,my body cut by not only thorns,or bruised by being dragged over rocks,but cut where I be most vulnerable,not only man has done wrong,but woman too.I did wrong by trusting,and so did he.Now I lay here,Pondering my fate,and I hear a rustle.Perhaps a human being that could help?that could stumble upon me and cry for help?I turn my head,Oh it hurt,but my hope dissapeared,for there was no human,but a field mouse scurring along.Perhaps my cloth will be dragged along like my body was,to make this creatures home,and this meat will be used to fill hungry animals' stomachs,these bones to be chewed upon like I used to do with gum,the body of the man lay beside me,lost to the cold, stabbed once by the knife before it could get me,the man I trusted, befriended, and even loved....betrayed all