Captured

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Roused From Premature Sleep By Hurt. By Pain. Mandy Is Captured.

Captured.

Bruised. Beaten. Open Wounds Bleed As The Stench Of Her Own Urine & Waste Make Her Vomit.

Spirit, @ Zero. Mandy Is Drained & Hopeless Only Worth The Tears That Won't Stop Falling.

Falling Tears, Down Her Damaged Nudity Into The Cold Puddles Of Bloodied Sewer Water.

Darquer & Darquer Grows This Place Where Mandy Is Captured. This Place Is A Pit.

Caught. There Is Only Her Paralyzed Mind Realizing The Promised Horrors Of Imminent Death.

Death, Approaches. Mandy Has Just Remembered Who's Doing This 2 Her. Mandy Hears Her Footsteps, Now So Much Closer. Mandy, Passes Out. Captured.

Captured.

  • Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2023 13:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: How About A Touch Of Horror 2 Bless Hapi Valentine's Day, Kind Audience?
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 9
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    indeed, this be the ugly reality
    we like to forget..
    'while the lucky wine n dine
    on date nights
    somewhere else, thousands
    survive
    with only horror's tears
    as their salty, sips of life'
    (but kind friend
    never forget empathy, in your depictions
    art is art, and stark depictions
    a necessity to awaken
    delusional, herded minds
    but
    when our topic is so close
    to reality
    a tender touch, goes a long way
    or so I think)
    but what do i know



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