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Poetry
Horror
Sinking into an abyss of darkness,
Fluttering images flash
Across my mind,
fractured
and
flowing.
Crawling in a cranium catacomb,
Shades of neurons waver,
Waiting to pounce,
expected
yet
sudden.
Hungry eyes lock me in Medusa's gaze,
Shattering my vivid surreality
Into fragments of fright,
fleeing
and
frozen.
My eyelids jerk open, flinging sweat.
Beats on my eardrums dim.
Tension builds again,
unknown
yet
sensed.
On the run, my thoughts betray
The horror at my slogging feet.
The question haunts me:
closed
eyes
see?
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Copyright 2007, R. L. Copple. All rights reserved.
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