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Boston Strangler
Contributed by
clovermama25
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Friday, 26th February 2010 @ 07:22:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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The night is so cold,
I am so weak,
The wet pavement under foot,
I do not even speak.
I am almost naked,
Running through the night,
Someone is chasing me,
Has given me a fright.
I feel the wind,
It touches my skin like ice,
Whoever is following,
Does not want to play nice.
My bare feet ache,
I must not give up I vow,
But I am running out of breath,
Darkness surrounds me now.
I fall onto the earth,
I have no more energy in my stride,
I hold my hands out in front,
Trying to keep my pride.
I can see but a shadow,
He seems to smile at me,
I look up at him with eyes that plead,
For him to leave me free.
His hand grabs my hair,
And he pulls me to my feet,
I scream, I hiss, I yell,
I cannot even retreat.
He drags me down an alley,
My legs are scraped, on fire,
I claw at his coat tails,
Then he grabs a wire.
My neck is bare and alone,
Easy target to get,
As he strangles me in the alley,
I vow to never forget.
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Re: Boston Strangler
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by DarkWolf on
Friday, 26th February 2010 @ 08:42:42 AM AEST
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