He relaxes me with chit chat.
He throws me against the wall.
He whispers horrors in my ear.
I begin to sweat.
I am pressed against the paneled wall.
I am terrified.
I feel the pain begin.
The doors lead to freedom.
Don't make eye contact.
My bare foot touches the porch.
The cooling damp grass receives my battered body.
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Creepy. I hope that wasn't something that actually happened... that it was just a poem. It presented itself as a real horror story. Made my heart race.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately it is an actual episode from childhood. And you're right, it was a horror story.
DeleteYIKES this was hard to read. and only 12 lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. Sometimes putting memories into words is the best way to diminish their power.
DeleteWow, that was intense. I hope it was cathartic for you! These writing are very helpful! Dropping by from Mama Kat's
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