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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2213705
Some things can't be run away from because they shouldn't be run away from...
Wheezing with creaking bellows of burning
lungs, I run, desperate
to escape the hovering
Skeletal fingers of jagged
Branches Laden with alabaster
gravity of guilt.

Looming, clenching, grasping, seething
Wretched claws quiver my
Cheeks, Lips purple under frigid
Shame, Trampled conscience sticks to bare
Feet. I trip with terror

Over selfishness, root of my
Evils. Chin smashes with sickening
crunch into cloud of Cold. harsh, interminable
Culpability-Bleached teeth seize down, bitter Burst
of agony from tempted tongue.

I desire to escape, But
numbness of the wintry
Freeze beckons to me in song of
Siren because I know retaliation From wriggling
Frostbite that Tears at raw, ragged
Edges Of my aching soul is

shudderingly,
chillingly,
deliciously
Deserved.

26 lines of free verse
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