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Stalker's Obsession

No Escape, I am Bound

By Kami R. TaylonsPublished 4 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 2 min read
Stalker's Obsession
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Nauseating dread climbs, rising within my throat so near ejection

Yet, I cannot allow any delays to threaten my determined evasion

Compromising my own escape, if its release is permitted

Therefore, I Swallow between gasps to contain the acidity contents

Illusion of escape; renders sensations of entrapment within a nightmare

Despite my hammering footfalls, my intuition's whispered warning

Alters to an authoritative voice, roaring with a thunderous scream

My body trembles with its persistent, hounding urgency to obey

However, my hastening pace does nothing to quiet the booming hysteria

Pursuing with a possessive sprint; as my stalker's competitive obsession

Through the isolated hall I flee; sparing a quick over the shoulder glance

Though no being with malicious intent, can I find with quick scanning eyes

Protection mere inches away, anticipating the safety within my home

Shaky hands thrust key into lock, twisting, before shoving door open

While closing door behind me and locking, wondering if I severed

The imaginative presence running rampantly through the night air

Pressing my back against the door and sliding to the floor

Exhausted, struggling to quiet my breathing, though it remains noisy

Gasping persists; no longer from my own lungs; mockingly from behind me

Labored breath, raggedy; growing louder with vibrations felt through door

Terror returns with squeezing force as my inhalations cease; my eyes widen

Inspecting below door gap; no feet in view, I rise to peek through peephole

Only a shadowy figure, and labored breath continues louder and mockingly

An inky ghoulish claw darts abruptly through my door without damage

Seeking to assault as its anomalous digits entangle my disheveled hair

Unable to comprehend the speed and strength of it yanking me repeated

Slamming my head against it, near to pass out from the tattooing trauma

Blood trickles upon my brow, while lifted and left to dangle by my captor

Another claw thrusts with lightning speed as it pierces my sweaty flesh

Screaming in anguish as the raking needles tear heart from my chest

My heart beat wildly, held within its claw; until I see the creature crush it

My eyes lose focus, as fatigue overtakes, my soul claimed by this dark entity

Trapped within its body, though I bounce to penetrate its hollow insides

A powerful jolt of electricity shocks my soul leaving me hesitant to escape

Weakened with every attempt, until the desire of freedom fades away

Not surrendering my soul to everlasting elimination; biding my time

Remaining a prisoner while it continues the collection of careless souls

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Kami R. Taylons

I love writing with a poetic flow, radiating from my soul, as words unite with a mesmerizing sway. Forever in motion, seeking to lure new captives of my literary art. Inviting readers to drift away with me, upon the waves of poetry.

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    Written by Kami R. Taylons