His harsh hands rake into me denting my skin,
I'm more of a meteorite that lost its exterior
From the fire that it created
And the objects it met along its path,
Than a human.
My eyes press shut as it hurts and I yell,
I'm that tree that falls in an isolated forest,
If no one sees it fall did it really fall at all?
My screams aren't registered,
They're ignored.
My whole body's muscles lock up frozen,
I'm the moment when your stomach drops,
Your veins fill with dread, shock, fear,
Motionless in time and space,
A terrible realisation.
My knuckles are white from holding on,
I feel like I'm dangling off a cliffs edge,
Only my hands keeping me up,
In a feeble attempt to stay alive,
As if I don't already know I'm dead inside.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PuisiWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
