The walls are closing in,
suffocating me within them.
My lungs are burning up, they're engulfed in flames,
but I can't run.
My stomach is churning,
This headache is worsening,
My throat is now closing.
I can't do this anymore.
You think you've got me
tied 'round your pinkie
following your every
word.
But, in reality,
you're nothing more than
a big, ugly monster
to me.
You're fooling no one;
I still see crimson blood
dripping from razor sharp
fangs.
Flesh between your jagged teeth
in the smile that's on your face.
I try to scream, I try to cry,
I try to leave this place.
But I can't.
I still can't run.
YOU ARE READING
Vibes by Evan Davidson
Poetry"Vibes" by Evan Davidson is a collection of original, semi-cringe poems that were written between the original quarantine period through this past year. Each and every one of them was birthed through times of hurt, heartbreak, angst, and confusion...
