Anxious
she tells herself that she missed something
hand in pocket,
her fingers surround a cold black shell
exacerbating nerve
how long has it been now?
two hours? three?
fumbling around in her purse
she removes the battery, to silence her phone
Untraceable
If only he hadn't hurt her again
If only
Sirens echo in the distance
as her heart pounds
her head screams
RUN!
A contest entry
- Write Out There. by November-Dani.
550 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be Honest
Comments
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Reading through these entries I am loving what people are doing with the prompt. This is simple and in its simplicity it makes the reader more involved in making their own emotions. If that makes sence
This is fantastic. Thank you and best of luck.
Dani. -
wow... I like this..
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