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"Six"
Crouched behind the closet door,
I tremble inside as I sit in the still.
Strangle the whimpers, I can't let them escape,
Lumps in my throat threaten their exposure.
The monster beckons me with a grumbling pitch,
Darkness blankets me, I quiver at the sound.
Warmth streams down my legs,
I smell the stench of wicked breath.
Time again to lose a slice of innocence,
I am no longer six and untouched by evil.
I tremble inside as I sit in the still.
Strangle the whimpers, I can't let them escape,
Lumps in my throat threaten their exposure.
The monster beckons me with a grumbling pitch,
Darkness blankets me, I quiver at the sound.
Warmth streams down my legs,
I smell the stench of wicked breath.
Time again to lose a slice of innocence,
I am no longer six and untouched by evil.
Published 29th Jun 2014
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1st Jul 2014 2:31am
Its a little confusing but it seems like your talking about someone being hunted by the past. please message me if i may be wrong.
2nd Jul 2014 3:23am
It is actually about my childhood and having to grow up much too quickly... Having my innocence stripped away.
