Feel

 

I feel her.

Just behind.

Breathing

down my neck.

Hairs stand to salute,

wearing goosebumps like a suit.

A shivering wreck.

I hear her.

Whispering

words of hurt,

seething vicious worms

that climb into your head.

They slither around

making you wish

that you were dead.

 

I feel her.

Just behind.

I turn to look,

but she moves in time

like a fading mist,

she flows.

Just a second

out of my glance

but I know she is there

trying to entrance.

 

I feel her.

Just behind.

Her hands fixed

around my throat.

Tightly gripping,

fingernails ripping.

Tearing.

I choke.

I can't reply.

I can't fight.

Just trapped in her vice-like grasp,

a venomous snake,

her jaws around me. 

Steadfastly clasped.

 

I feel her.

Just behind.

Fingers as sharp as knives,

as cold as ice,

piercing my heart

from right through my spine.

I feel her.

Inside.

Ripping apart

all that has

been left behind.

 

 

 

 

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