Like being trapped in brambles
Thorns ripping at your hide
Thrashing about
Feeling there is no way out
The burning sensation
Of your skin pealing off
Or feeling as though
You wish you could
The utter primal rage
To reach out
And pull her throat
Free of her body
And bath joyfully in her blood
As if your stranded
In the center of a gravel road
Barefoot mid-summer
Each grain piercing your tender feet
While you sweat
And carefully find the next step
The dire need of breath
As you fight the weights
Pressing down upon your breasts ~ 12 APR 2008
© Rhiannon Raventhorn, All rights reserved.
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