Deep in the darkest dead of night
Senses warn you... something isn't right
Your veins pulse... electric searing jolts
Shocking extremities; weakening trembling knees
Your heart hammers... constricting your throat
Mouth filling with the taste of dread both visceral and metallic
Your body commandeers your head; you become an animal in panic
Attuned to smells and sounds and sight
Flight or fight... flight or fight!
A contest entry
- For Women Only by Dalaney.
600 points, ended March 17, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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oooh!
this is very engaging, and the picture set the mood quite well.
almost reminded me of haiku in the abruptness of the lines.
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I think you covered those sensations pretty well!
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just love the repetitive ending...it strikes home long and hard. the entire piece is divine. thank you very much for your take on the prompt and for entering my contest. love, lane
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Wow this was interesting I enjoyed it. Good luck!
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