Fight or flight?
Torn apart or take a bite?
Why do you say that?
A monster comes my way
Dark tendrils, wicked teeth, eyes glazed
With bloodthirst, terror ripping apart your veins
As buildings crumble to violent splatters of dust
I don't fight
I don't speed into the skies, wings quick and flush
I still. As ice creeps into my bones and bolts me
A machine piped into the ground, I hide beneath my fears, seed
In pity as my defence
As I am swallowed up by the darkness
Before my screams can even c o m m e n c e
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
