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In The Cupboard
Contributed by
parkman
on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 05:17:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Lying in my bed, drifting towards sleep.
a shadow moves, a scuffling of feet.
Fumbling the phone, for that frantic call
the line is silent, I feel a deathly pall.
Quickly arising, trying to hide.
hear breaking glass, youre inside.
Hearts pumping, mind filled with fright.
slip into a cupboard, out of sight.
Hear creeping, through my house.
Crouching down, quiet as a mouse.
Footsteps getting, loud and clear.
Sweating profoundly, rigid with fear.
Can smell your scent, whisky and beer.
opening the door, seeing you leer.
Try to scream, seeing that twisted face.
the knife descends, with force and pace.
Feeling the slash, across my cheek.
dark crimson blood, begins to weep.
Putting hands up, trying to fight.
blade keeps slashing, no more light.
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parkman
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2004-09-14 17:17:33]
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Re: In The Cupboard
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by Alina on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 05:20:06 PM AEST
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hmmm.......This leaves me in thought. Wonderful and talented write.
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