A
Peculiar face
Staring at me
I
Acutely afraid
Shut my eyes
Heartbeats
Get intense
I feel stroke
Headache
Is blocking
Clarity of thoughts
Trapped
No escape
I approach fate
Boom!
I felt
My veins blasting
Opening
My eye
I slightly peek
Face
Still there
Smell my fear
Shit!
His hands
Encircle my throat
I
Scream loud
But no sound
Sweat—
The temperature
Is getting hot
Fear
Is making
My blood cold
God!
Dear lord!
Please! I pray
But
Death instead
Heard my say
My
Soul may
Now depart anytime
My
Whole body
Is going numb
Splash!
Get up!
Adjured my mum.
You took me into the situation..great!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Syl!
DeleteI once dreamed i was a skeleton, everything i touched hurt till bones. No flesh and every touch was a stone.
ReplyDeleteThen i woke up realized i slept too long without changing side.
That is such a fine stony imagination. I wonder how you touch like stone, feel like stone, and think like stoned.
DeleteTalking of skeletons, I guess you'd like to read this poem too — https://gemtitiksha.blogspot.com/2020/04/hancuffed.html
https://gemtitiksha.blogspot.com/2020/04/hancuffed.html
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