quietly it
creeps
up your spine,
eating
it’s way across the scalp,
bearing down
on the veins,
bass drums
thwacking away
deep inside your
skull,
dizzying spots that
dance
in front of your eyes,
arresting your
hope.
stopping your
heart.
letting the
fear
move in.
1 comment:
I am in awe of your word choice. "Thwacking;" how fantastic! Your writing always seems so well constructed from every angle.
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