Terror

 

A chilling haunt
stirs discord
in my stomach.
Withers
my voice.
Cripples
my choice.

 

Slave
to this ominous haze
and wondering
what error
begat this penance,
what soul-crime
parlayed my dreams
into terror.

 

A demon
feigning for
meaning,
not privy
to the direction
in which
he should be leaning,
and seeking
catharsis
in me.

 

Clenched grip
loosens
around bedsheets.
Softening shudders
slowly
dissolve what comforts
remain
and I succumb
to the decay.

 

 

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Cathartic/ catharsis decay
Another great piece! :)


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