Have you ever caught the movement
just out of view, where the eye tries
to meet the ear, when fear sits in the spine,
and the chill is ice to the brain.
A brief movement,
a moment of confusion.
Meltdown brain erosion...
To the left.
And then...
No wait to the right...
Behind?
Blindsided
Shades fall down...
It’s gone
Nothing, no-one,
just zombie air, lifting the
hairs on your neck, your brow drips
with sweat. Fear sits on your lap
and burrows into your gut, pawing
at the lining.
but the scent lingers
like fine rain-soaked grass,
after a long acrid summer,
it wafts a rotten scent,
on the empty breeze.
Heaving heart pounds
a frantic beat, But no sounds,
as your creaking ribcage,
struggles to hold back the strain.
A dam about to collapse
from too much rain,
and your breathe freezing fracturing,
stuttering, guts lurching but no sound.
Only stillness, like a lake of ice
stores up a feeling that bites,
and this stillness pours all around,
to drip over you, like a wound
mid flow, and it feels
cloying and sticky
as it flows into your pores.
Your stomach feels sickly, and nothing
makes any sense anymore.
You have felt fear before,
but nothing here feels sure,
Buckling legs try to run, but
vulnerability forces you to crawl
Fight or flight fucked off tonight.
For you know what you saw...
The shadows moved 6 foot high,
A beast... Must be?
A beast you can't see.
And you…
A feast laid out for him to dine.
And you feel the warm breath.
And the teeth,
and
nothing
but release.
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