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Mind Games

Annie's Poetry

If I sit very still
and breath very softly
I can still hear
the sound
of your insanity
The way it went right
into my nervous system
like a thousand volts
of death
In the blackness
of the darkness
if I sit very quietly
I can hear your screaming
Your act upon my stage
that was as real
to my mind
as the blood
coursing through
my veins
Every graphic detail
entering my senses…
If I sit very quietly
in the darkness
of the 3 am hour
Before the sun rises
Before life renews
I can hear your screaming
Threatening me
that you will stab the scissors
through your neck
impale the blade
straight through my heart
Splattering your blood
in my mind
with utter terror
and surreal horror
that would make a person
teater on the edge
of their own
precarious sanity
If I sit very quietly
in the…

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