My back snaps
Deeply within
Reverberating
Like broken glass
Thick shards
Grinding together
SHIFTING
I can feel
The motion
From someone
Who thought
HE HAD
To kick that
Bathroom DOOR
Into my spine
Shattering IT
He didn't feel
GUILTY
They never do
For very long
EVERYTHING
Inside of me
Creaks and pops
It isn't odd
TO ME
To feel this
WAY
ALL OVER
NOW
Night's fallen
It's curtains
Descended
My eyes
Scan darkness
My ears
Prick at sounds
Ever slight
The hounds
Are silent
There's no one
OUT TONIGHT
NOT YET
Perhaps later
The stalking
Begins again.
By Lady Lost
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**The injury Lady Lost describes within this work was caused in her adult life. No portion of this work refers to child abuse, munchausens or munchausens by proxy.
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