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The Brutal Stones

Poetry By: Arianna22
Thrillers


This is a submission by Sara Watson. It concerns the struggles she has been through, it a metaphorical version.


Submitted:May 23, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


It grabs me by the throat.

Suffocation is near.

And the cool sharp blade seems enticing…

An intermission, one short sweet slice,

A break from its choke, like a boat

Drifting through the swift undulating water

Away from its homely pier…

Be gone you fleeting thoughts!

No more can I- gasp- no! I must not!

I must… must… fight…

However, growing weaker under these stones, I note

My breath, just wisps, clipped, and fear

Dances around my heart, waiting for its invite;

Its anxious dripping venom and vice

Provoke my circumventive thoughts of flight.

Will I muster the strength to exhume

The menacing brutal rocks that loom

Upon my heart, upon my breast, upon my soul?

Or just let them Collapse?,

Is the Question

That.

Everyone.

Asks.





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