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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Panic

The darkness wraps around me
A cold blanket against the night’s uncertainties
Scents of woods and vegetation
Caress my nostrils
Rustlings in the fallen leaves, twigs that snap
Small whispers in the dark
That softly tell me, I am the intruder here
Branches break, my heart races
Fear! Yet nothing is there?
I run, darkness all around me
Whack, I fall to the ground
My head pounding with pain
I scream into the night
All fear forgotten
friggin tree
M.E.T.

1 Comments:

Blogger Bridget Whalen-Nevin said...

The personfication of the branches is great, and the end was a surprise. It displays how quickly our mood changes, how quickly reality "wakes us up."

You crack me up.

7:10 AM  

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