Whimsical Writing #9
He held me down with taloned fingers,
Each touch scorching my skin.
My body screamed at me to say no.
But each time my mouth uttered the word,
It was met with resistance.
He had stuffed cotton in his ears to ignore my cries.
He would avert his gaze to avoid the plea in my eyes.
His hands were like snakes against my body
They slithered into unwelcome places
Hissed their hot breath against my ear
Trail over me, detached at the limp body beneath it
But in those moments,
The dark space in my mind was my only reprieve;
A place where I could stamp down the growing knot in my chest,
A place where all the pain would disappear,
A place to hide when it all became too much...
But every time I managed to escape,
He hunted after me.
And every time he went looking,
I would once again be trapped in his den.
-- Note: My final whimsical writing. Thanks for anyone who read, liked, or commented on any of them this month :>
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