Brutally they did
Teeth biting into my skin
Laughing, cackling
Every little thing against me
Even when far I could still hear their voices
Voices
Even though long ago the scars of their bites still ache
The heavy dark mist weighs on my shoulders
I wonder how long this journey has gone on
I wonder will I ever find a way out
I took a stumble,
Fell down a hill
The thorns scratched my body
Cutting deep
Blood flowed to the surface
Escaping me
I flailed violently -
I had become entangled and stuck
Fighting against the thorns
They seemed to be alive, consuming me
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is part of a series. This is part 2.
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