Walking.
Down the mysterious road.
Expecting a peaceful stroll.
With the gentle breezes.
The sweet aroma singing along.
But that is not what she gets.
What she feels.
Displeasure and rage.
Torment and suffering.
Desire and danger.
Tantrums and a bursting scene.
Just in the howling wind.
What she hears.
Full moon tonight.
Howling off in the distance.
Loud and clear.
Like a scream.
Not much more to hear.
Footsteps.
Almost breaking out in a run.
Looking back.
Spotting a slight shadow.
Behind the tree.
Yet no one was there.
Crickets audible chirping.
Branches whacking each other.
Suddenly.
The air feels heavy.
As if it holds a secret.
A heavy one that's hard to keep.
Catching a whiff.
Of a familiar smell.
A pair of hands.
Grabbing her.
Fighting to stuff her in a bag.
Passing out as she sniffs chloroform in the air.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
