Harm's Way
For the contest finish the dream
I soon began to panic
As I yanked upon her arm
Somehow, I could not move my love
From the eminent path of harm
So I gathered all of my passion
Though her face, I could not see
With a strength I surely don't posess
I finally broke her free
I dragged her through the darkness
Toward a lonesome light
I ran with the pace of Hermes
Obeying the instinct for flight
And as we approached, this subtle glow
Her hand grew colder and colder
Then the light revealed, to my horror
She was dismembered at the shoulder.
Copyright © Joe Inka | Year Posted 2011
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