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Stress Level Six
The wiring of the body was all wrong; one of God’s electricians had a lot to answer for on that day.
The hair on his body was no longer warmth giving fur but was now bristles.
The bristles while unchanged to the human eye were now electrified to the slightest provocation.
The mere hint of conflict caused the bristles to fire off a change of events.
The pupils dilated, the heart pounded, the voice became amplified 3 decibels.
The flight or fight response only knew one answer RAGE.
Eat or be Eaten!
The response was instantaneous, electric and no prisoners were to be taken!
Even after the venom had spewed forth there was no relief.
Only quiet silence and isolation allowed the bristles to discharge.
It was a slow process but the bristles remained ever vigilant for the next assault.
Time was the enemy and so was and thought interruptions.
Isolation is my friend.
The hair on his body was no longer warmth giving fur but was now bristles.
The bristles while unchanged to the human eye were now electrified to the slightest provocation.
The mere hint of conflict caused the bristles to fire off a change of events.
The pupils dilated, the heart pounded, the voice became amplified 3 decibels.
The flight or fight response only knew one answer RAGE.
Eat or be Eaten!
The response was instantaneous, electric and no prisoners were to be taken!
Even after the venom had spewed forth there was no relief.
Only quiet silence and isolation allowed the bristles to discharge.
It was a slow process but the bristles remained ever vigilant for the next assault.
Time was the enemy and so was and thought interruptions.
Isolation is my friend.
Published 7th Jun 2016
| Edited 16th Jul 2016
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8th Jun 2016 7:50pm
9th Jun 2016 8:44am
I like your imagination and use of description, as well as the tension you built midway through the poem.
I have a suggestion for my favourite line in the poem, perhaps consider using the word "amplified" instead of "raised" when describing the increase in loudness of the voice... and I'd pump up the volume to 40 decibels instead of 3 decibels, to give the RAGE more power!
Well done, poet!
I have a suggestion for my favourite line in the poem, perhaps consider using the word "amplified" instead of "raised" when describing the increase in loudness of the voice... and I'd pump up the volume to 40 decibels instead of 3 decibels, to give the RAGE more power!
Well done, poet!
