Breathe!
I must still
this pounding;
quiet my nerves,
think.
Days light fades –
time is running out
movements need be
precise, swift,
silent
No room for error
as I navigate
this rocky path
cling to
shadows
I salivate,
the taste of
salty flesh
teasing tongue
obsessed
Joy of stalking.
(Written for Deb Whittam’s 50 Word Thursday prompt. Image courtesy of Deb. Visit Twenty Four to participate.)
What a great poem … it really captures the atmosphere of the moment 😊
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Thanks, Deb. The prompt did bring out the creepy, lol.
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Great writing … and yes, very creepy. Those do exist in plenty though.
miriam
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Wonderful poem 👏👏
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Thank you
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