Do you know, what's it like?
To run, until the tendons,
in your legs,
crimp,
like accordion bellows,
held, in the grip,
of a vice?
...Do you know, what it's like?
When they smell the fear, from within...
which adheres, to your skin,
as it turns, to fright?
...Do you know, what it's like?
Not even seconds, to hide?
With the asbestos walls, exploding...
your lungs, go off, like a bomb,
and thrumming
But the headlights,
they just keep on coming?
...Do you know, what it's like?
But you can't stop running, oh, hell no,
Though the acid,
drips,
down the back,
of your throat.
And the panic,
sticks,
to your soul,
like Velcro...
But you try...
...Do you know, what it's like?
And do you even want,
or need, to survive it?
When your fatigue,
only gets them excited?
When the kick and blur,
of your legs,
and curves,
only registers,
as enticement?
Do you know, what it's like?
Here comes the headlights
around the bend,
again,
and it's do,
or die.
Do you think you could fight?
You can't look, at the trunk,
or you'll end up inside, it.
It's fight,
or you're ******
but what if they... have,
a gun,
or a knife?
...Do you know...what it's like...?
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
Do you know, what's it like?
To run, until the tendons,
in your legs,
crimp,
like accordion bellows,
held, in the grip,
of a vice?
...Do you know, what it's like?
When they smell the fear, from within...
which adheres, to your skin,
as it turns, to fright?
...Do you know, what it's like?
Not even seconds, to hide?
With the asbestos walls, exploding...
your lungs, go off, like a bomb,
and thrumming
But the headlights,
they just keep on coming?
...Do you know, what it's like?
But you can't stop running, oh, hell no,
Though the acid,
drips,
down the back,
of your throat.
And the panic,
sticks,
to your soul,
like Velcro...
But you try...
...Do you know, what it's like?
And do you even want,
or need, to survive it?
When your fatigue,
only gets them excited?
When the kick and blur,
of your legs,
and curves,
only registers,
as enticement?
Do you know, what it's like?
Here comes the headlights
around the bend,
again,
and it's do,
or die.
Do you think you could fight?
You can't look, at the trunk,
or you'll end up inside, it.
It's fight,
or you're ******
but what if they... have,
a gun,
or a knife?
...Do you know...what it's like...?
Trigger Warning ⚠️
PTSD
Trauma
Survival
"Hunting/Stalking"
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