Antonia Uptmoor, Quakenbrück
Auburn
He appeared. Out of nowhere, he appeared.
His face, so full of rage,
His eyes, so wide with hate.
There was a strangeness to the situation.
He appeared.
He shouted.
He threatened.
There was a beauty to his looks,
Genes, so overshadowed by the violence of his self.
He appeared.
He mocked.
He killed.
Almost.
The rage, its flames spread over.
She took a step.
Left the circle of watchers behind.
Zwei Jahre später - In die Zeit gefiltert
