Radu's Cave

Library - Poetry - Violated and Dry

I can feel it creeping up my spine, clawing at my skin.
I try to shake it away, I try not to let it in.
It forces its way into me, ripping up my insides.
It will never go away, it will never die.
Winding its way up me, spinning a tight web.
Violating my soul as it slips into my head.
Sucking up my emotions, leaving me cold and dry.
Feeding off my confusion, eating the tears I cry.
Stretching its claws deep within my tangled mind.
Bringing up the memories I wasn't supposed to find.
Forcing my arm to point this gun at my head
Pulling the trigger, ......................

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