Brycycle

Hex

Boom. 

The moment hitting me in the stomach, 

Evacuating all air from my lungs. 

 

A tremor is sent through my limbs, 

A somber soundwave implodes in my head. 

 

It feels as though a hex has entrapped me, 

Unable to move, I silently scream. 

 

I try to hide from reality, 

But it only scorches me and my mentality. 

 

BG

-30/08/17-

Comments1

  • Edward Charles McDevitt

    Thanks for the write Green Eyes! Being (or having one put on you) hexed is putting someone in a situation of dire straits! I enjoyed this read. Very Tantalizing!!!

    • Brycycle

      Thank you for your feedback Edward. Apologies for the late reply, haven't been on here in a while. :)



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