Have you ever not wanted to be touched?
Think, in all the buildings footfall
That's the downfall
You step into warm arms that wrap around your torso
Just a hug, it seems harmless,
but it's your favorite place regardless.
But it's weird,
While you stay there,
You're unaware
The air is starting to change
Your feelings are off
And suddenly your mind scoffs
And again,
something starts to shift,
And that spirit that was in a lift
Comes crashing down along with all of your hopes.
Because of all of your fear,
Your brain starts to veer.
Everything dims and you breathe in
Like fire alarms,
Those comfortable arms
Around you start to change.
Demonic hands with long claws,
And bloody teeth in big jaws
You feel its red eyes glowering at you,
Its fangs are dripping
And its arms are gripping
Squeezing the life out of you.
Just as the ground starts to corrode,
The hungry demons movements are slowed
And then they let go.
Your breathing is shaky
Your vision is hazy
You're in the hallway
Not in your personal Hell
And all the while you think you fell
But you're okay, surprisingly.
The monster wasn't there
But you know it's not rare
For this to happen.
At home you look into your own eyes,
And believe the silent lies
You break down and think of what happens
You want to be free
So you give a silent plea
But nothing happens,
Every time someone touches you
That's the demon you have to cut through.
And it hurts.
© Katherine Fargo
November 1st, 2016
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My Mind
PoetryThis is my mind written into words. They contain stories and worries and joy and passion. Dark thought that fuel nightmares, but positive when it breaks to day. It's a world completely my own. And now, I'll share a little piece with you. If you so d...