The Animal

The Animal

A Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield
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Something I've wished I could do a million times...

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Tumbling into something she doesn't understand
A dark flame burning behind her closed eyes
Burning away the tears she can't let fall
Why does life have to be so complicated
So confusing
So hard to understand
The beast lurking deep inside of her
Screams to be free
To maim
To kill
To bleed the life away from something
Her anger making it so hard to control
She doesn't know how to stop this
Doesn't know if she really wants to stop it
But if she doesn't control her fears she will know true regret
If she can't master the disaster unfurling
The very thought takes her breath away
What is happening to her
She can't feel her humanity anymore
Her mind is no longer a safe place for her
Her escape is gone
She screams
And something inside of her breaks free of its chains
Takes hold of her so completely
She's lost herself
Lost the person she thought she was
And this time she can't get it back
She's had enough
She becomes the animal
And no one can hurt her
Nothing can touch her here
In this place beyond human understanding
And she let's herself go
She finally just lets herself
Be

© 2013 Elizabeth Porterfield


Author's Note

Elizabeth Porterfield
It's a little different that some of my writing, but do you see the recurrent theme in my pieces here? What do you think?

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This is so powerful, wow.. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Elizabeth Porterfield

10 Years Ago

Thank you Luna:) I bet there are a lot of people waiting for this moment, and quite a few people wh.. read more
Different indeed my darling, however it works on the level of your expertise, well done, a guiding piece with simple and effectice imagery.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Elizabeth Porterfield

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much Thomas:)

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Elizabeth Porterfield
Elizabeth Porterfield

Butlerville, AR



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I have written and love lots of dark and depressing writing, although my friends call me chipper.... I usually am a pretty happy person unless you piss me off:) I'm twenty years old and trying to figu.. more..

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