(((Sept 5 2013)))
Vines
When you close your eyes
They feel like
Vines,
Wrapping slowly up your legs.
It feels soft,
Slow,
Sweet.
Harmless.
But your eyes open
They sneak a little
Peek,
Your mouth opens
Wide,
But darling you can't
Scream.
It looks like a
Demonic mist,
Convulsing,
Shuddering,
Shocking.
It feels like rope,
Burning you as it tightens,
Piercing your skin as it
Wraps its way up your
Body,
Stealing you,
Killing you,
Maybe even playing a little
Game.
When you close your eyes
They feel like vines,
Wrapping around your outsides
Before it goes
In.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Poetry
PoetryInside this book, is every poem I've written in the past year. Which people apparently love to read. Give it a try if you want, but this is how i survived most days and it means a lot to me. Inside you'll read poems I've shown to friends and poems I...
