T H E E L E C T R I C I T Y O F
F E A R
he was hunched over gritted teeth
hands clawing at the tangled mat of hair
boots tattooing a rhythm
mud spattered mingled with blood
the stench of dread thick in the air
a perturbed comrade frozen mid action
it gnawed away
like the mice like the rats
eating away till only
a battered husk remained
a fragile piece of hope rattled within
till it shattered
the soldier sprauchled forward
a tortured cry tore from his lips
an inhumane anguished diapason of mania
his tired bloodshot eyes ripped around
bruised limbs charged with electricity
the electricity of fear.
•mina
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Poetryrandom trash poems they're kinda bad but I like writing when I'm bored hope you like it enjoy bon appetite
