Eaten Alive
“Eaten Alive”
At first it felt like
A brush of air past my face
A tear drop, the touch of lace
I walked my way to class
Vision low staring at a little coed’s ass
Then the push came
Nearly hobbling myself over
Then came another righty
My gaunt like spastic puppet
I felt another brush against me
There was no one there
I felt a terror inside me
A terror I have never known
Hastily I looked above me,
I looked below
There was no one
I tried to hasten on
My legs felt like they were caught
In a bush, pins and needles
My bag got heavy, I nearly fall
Over as it dropped onto the floor
A thought persisted, this world
Doesn’t want me
I was being physically rejected
The very air denied itself entrance
Into my lungs
Nothing, then a second later it came
In a rush
Like a faucet turned on
Cold water
I was gone, utterly detached
From life
Everything fell away from my mass
Away from my body
I lost neither form
Nor function
But everything else washed away
At first light, darkness
Slowly light flickered
The eyes of the malcontent
Fangs sharp as spears glistening
Like lightning’s stifling bursts, smarmy
In my beat up boots
To think all that work meant for nothing
I bleed out to hungry lips and tongues
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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