attack
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It's been months without seeing his face,
How he smiled a little too wide,
His teeth sharp with appetite.
It's been months without hearing his voice,
How he spoke a little too quietly,
( Based on Manchester Bombing, 2017, and the death of Saffie Roussos. )
"Come on Ashlee, you promised you'd get up and dance!"
I look at my little sister, her grin and stubborn stance,
I feel the walls close in on me As I feel the hinges of panic crawl onto my skin And the inklings of my mind. The beast has been let out of their cage again Because I forgot to obey their orders swimmingly. Now they've turned violent against me I
Brain constructs phrases and sentences
Sends the information to the gaping hole
It’s detailed and thorough
Black hole receives it and ruins it effectively
In the abyss
a crevice of black
I curl my neck
ready to attack
With inked rapiers
in my claws
I slash and stab
hoping for renewal
Half awake
my sore back sprouts
It comes so quickly
It leaves me weak and helpless
I try to talk
Nothing, as if somebody hit the mute button
My breathing quickens
As if I just finished running a marathon
Attack.
So much ferocity in one word.
Attack.
It usually means war.
Attack.
Would you do it in your own home?
No.
You attack the enemy.
The intruder.
You don't attack your friend.
The effects of a past riddled with bullets;
empty shells, empty lies,
hit the pavement,
resounding with the weight of all lies past.
You can't tell me, with all of these wounds,
parts of us didn't die.
She was feeling lonely
lonely so alone
He was horny,
said he'd make her day
She resisted at first,
but she knew him already.
Rain slithers along my body,
Mixing in with the blood seeping through my wounds,
Smoke filling my lungs as I make a run for the forest,
Bushes consume me,
Soil soaking up crimson,
Droplets staining the grass,
