Monday, July 28
Predator
His words drip with disdain,
Heavy on me all over again.
Swooping, dropping to claw my insides out.
Falling, crawling closer with grinning doubt.
A face of ferocity,
Burning bright in front of me.
Kicking, crouching, closing time is coming.
Bursting, broken, every word more evoking.
Soaring, tumbling, all I can manage is nothing.
Growling, prowling, these are foreign surroundings.
His main’s thick and course.
He’s slamming the doors.
Locking, ringing, he’s ready to pounce.
Shrieking, lunging, faster, plunging.
And the knife sinks in right where it counts.
And the night is swept clean of his doubts.
Heavy on me all over again.
Swooping, dropping to claw my insides out.
Falling, crawling closer with grinning doubt.
A face of ferocity,
Burning bright in front of me.
Kicking, crouching, closing time is coming.
Bursting, broken, every word more evoking.
Soaring, tumbling, all I can manage is nothing.
Growling, prowling, these are foreign surroundings.
His main’s thick and course.
He’s slamming the doors.
Locking, ringing, he’s ready to pounce.
Shrieking, lunging, faster, plunging.
And the knife sinks in right where it counts.
And the night is swept clean of his doubts.
Labels: On Overwhelming Frustration
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