Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
Caressing her soft skin,
as he gently constricts
her arms on the ground
with his knees.
He kindly presses the knife
to her pale throat
to quell her screams.
as he gently constricts
her arms on the ground
with his knees.
He kindly presses the knife
to her pale throat
to quell her screams.
Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
As the tears streak
down her flush cheeks,
he sensually licks
the blood from her wounds.
The fear inside rises
to her eyes
and she knows she
Cannot escape his -
his lust.
His love.
down her flush cheeks,
he sensually licks
the blood from her wounds.
The fear inside rises
to her eyes
and she knows she
Cannot escape his -
his lust.
His love.
Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
Bruises slowly appear
on the surface of her broken body.
Coughing blood and spewing phlegm.
She realizes she
Cannot escape his wrath -
Cannot escape him.
She's come undone.
She's moving on . . .
on the surface of her broken body.
Coughing blood and spewing phlegm.
She realizes she
Cannot escape his wrath -
Cannot escape him.
She's come undone.
She's moving on . . .
Hanging pictures
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
from the ceiling.
And she never knew.
Stalking - always watching
and she never knew;
She never knew.
1 comment:
Ok. Well 2 things. Firstly, I'm glad you told me that nothing like that has ever happened to you before, or we would be having some serious words.
Secondly, all things aside, I think this is your best work yet. I like the repetition and the way the words are displayed, each paragraph looking like one of the frames the poem refers too. Good stuff. Weird, but good.
Chiara.
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