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Nov 2015
And I ******* choked!

The words were dead before they even left my lips.
Their meaning lost in translation.
Empty noise reverberates in my skull as my thoughts mosh around, breaking against my sanity.
I can't scream, even though that's all I want to do.
My throat is dry, closed up.
Her eyes gaze at me as they desperately search for a sound...
a sound I can't produce.

I can't move.

I can't think.


What has she done to me?

Her poison is now running through my veins, and spreading fast.

The wicked *****!

I can feel myself dying.



Knees weaken.



Hands get cold.



Heart rate dropping.




Last thing I see is her evil grin as I fall to the ground
taking my last breath.

She was my end.
Krusty Aranda
Written by
Krusty Aranda  Mérida
(Mérida)   
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   Johnnie Rae
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