Dread
by Gitana Deneff
Your words are final
Fiery spikes to the
Eardrum
That makes me feel
Like practicing
All sorts of
Destruction
On myself.
Wrenching my eyes
From their sockets
Is only the beginning
The bare
Minimum.
Help the succulent veins
Break free from
My body.
These wrists are needed
No longer.
Peel away
The skin
The flesh
From the bone.
See the tunnels
Of death
Dawning.
Only now
Can I feel
Alive.
Hairs scraped
From their roots.
This is most definitely
Your
Worst
Nightmare.
But not for me…
Soon I will escape
Your wicked clutches
Of despair.
No longer will I feel
Dread.
My Hell on Earth
I will leave you.
Then…
You will wish
You never said
Those final words.
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About Gitana Deneff
Biography
Gitana Deneff is an aspiring writer living in Southern California. She writes in her journal almost everyday and tries to look everywhere for inspiration. The world is her oyster and it's treated her well, helping her create beautiful poetry about things that affect her. You can view all her works on her blog: www.xoxotani.wordpress.com.
