Sunday, March 11, 2018

repressed memories poem

This is a poem I wrote about my fear of repressed memories coming back...the memories being "The Wolf"


PREY

The wolf
stalks her, his prey
watching, waiting
ready to attack..
Slow mournful howls
tracking, listening
smelling...
The predator, the prey.
The scent of fear
that first bite
deep, twisting
painful, bloody, deadly.
The kill so easy
she chokes for air
and gazes into the eyes
of the beast
until her heart
beats no more....

2018

Remembering my past, hating who I was/am, will kill me...I know it...
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