So, this is a rough writing. I found "a noise which to cleave the head" in one of the books from class. I wanted to use it somehow and I've got a little writing on it so far.
My heart pushed against my ribs.
A noise which to cleave the head
sliced through my skull.
No smoke. No scent
of wood making the perfect scene
for a bonfire...
So why the scream from my ceiling?
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