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Kaitlyn Preston Poem
The cold stretches of fear,
The ones that swallow you whole,
The ones that strangle your senses.
The warm sensation of blood,
The nighttime air, crisp and sharp,
The horror that warps the heart,
The dismay that tears the mind.
The blood curdling screams,
The jagged knives and bloody smiles,
The numb feeling as you begin to fade.
The way it magnifies every sound,
Each soft breath,
Each loud footstep,
Each raspy laugh,
The knowledge that there is no way out,
No escape.
I am not sure what this poem would be labeled, can anyone please help me? (I used a random one, it was required)
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Kaitlyn Preston Poem
A foul stench,
A horrible sound,
A terrible feeling,
Blood surrounds.
Completely useless,
Senses numb,
Nothing to do,
You stand stunned.
It drips to the floor,
Bloody and bare,
The body hangs,
Swinging in air.
Awful screams,
Appalling sights,
Sudden silence,
Dead as night.
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Kaitlyn Preston Poem
Reapers roam where angels fall
Silent demons heed their call
In the night, They scream your name
Calling you to play their game
No one heard your pleading cry
Never got to say goodbye
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