victim of a terror

a poem about an evil sin commited by a fellow being of the world

The shiver runs through your body,

as you lay there cold and petrified,

exposed to the slurry of mud and grass,

you open your mouth to scream,

but only a minute whisper of breath escapes from your trembling lips,

the cold air climbs its way into the bare crevasses of your body,

your pale skin becoming ice to the touch,

as if rigamortis has set in you are unable to move,

unable to run, unable to free yourself.

 

The monsters voice is sullen in the silence

the movement malicious,

its breath hot and unwelcome,

its every touch makes you flinch,

its body like a death weight,

crashing down ontop of you,

like a rain of blows to the stomache,

the pattern of weight dropping onto you,

until after what seems an eternity,

it is over,

it dis-appears through the darkened green.

 

Alone you curl up,

tears slicing down your cheeks like razor blades,

you grab what is your dignity to cover your ice skin,

you hold yourself,

rocking back and forth in the aftermath,

it runs through your mind like a torment,

it never goes away,

forever there, forever with a scar,

they try to hide,

but they always will be,

the victim of a terror.

Author's Note

ignore grammar

Reviews

[Laura Storm]

This is amazing and terrifying...being a victim myself it chills me to read this.

[Kiari Sabon]

i love it it is amazing

[Truth_About_Rain]

Wow, wonderful descriptions!

[Lily Mae]

That's exactly what it feels like to be a victim of terror.. Excellent..xx

[Princess LouLou]

This was awesome. the Imagery created was wicked.
It was nicely done... so well done!

[Helpless]

sent my shivers up my spine! nicely done!