It's Behind Me
I Can't Move
Its right behind me
My hair bristles
My blood runs cold and my heart catches in my throat
If I move it comes along
Stomping, deliberate.
If I run it feels like it will overcome me
If I stand still
I feel its rage build and build
Boiling Hot. Unstoppable.
Seething. Writhing.
On the edge of ripping me apart.
It has her voice
You are stupid
You are worthless
You shouldn't have been born
I hate you
You can't do anything right.
It wants to pounce.
I can't silence it.
I can only block it out for so long.
I can't face it.
Paralyzed and numb.
Terrified, every moment is agony
Waiting to be eaten alive
Decimated.
It's behind me
and there is no way out.
About the Creator
Samantha Shearer
Just a bit of creep interested in writing about almost anything.
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