You twisted little man!
I hate your hideous, evil grin with it's caustic slather, rancid breath.
I despise your eyes, filled with daggers of cruelty.
And, those claws, I know they are coming, ready to rip me in two.
You go from one stranger to another and they listen.
They cup their hand and the infection spreads.
They look at me with the same searing smirks.
Then you run to the next and do it all over again.
Now, I can't walk down the street, without you whispering over my shoulder.
Now, I can't walk anywhere at all, and remain shut up in my room.
I'll bar the door and hide my head and wish I was dead,
rather than go out there again.
I did nothing! Nothing! You are a troll, crude and putrid in everyway. But, they believe you, even those who know me well. And, it tells me, I never really knew them at all. For I would not have listened to you.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspired. by Naridill.
700 points, ended June 2, 2008, 5 entries
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Comments
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Wow...
This is very emotive about such a cruel subject.
people will always gossip, we all have had to learn and hold up strong amongst tthis venomness tongue. i loved how you expressed this, you did a great job with the prose.
Good luck
Slán
Dolores x -
Wow...
This is very emotive about such a cruel subject.
people will always gossip, we all have had to learn and hold up strong amongst tthis venomness tongue. i loved how you expressed this, you did a great job with the prose.
Good luck
Slán
Dolores x
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