She writhed in my brain like a serpent
A deadly poison ready to give its effect.
It was a pain I couldn’t escape from
A pain that no one should experience.
She laughed and I cried
As she sank her claws into my entire being.
I watched as her hair was blown across her face
By the winds of evil.
Fear consumed me as she leaned in close
Her skin cracked and white as paper.
“You’re going to die,”
She smiled.
Five simple words
With so much meaning.
Five words that any moment from then
Could mean a certain ending.
I am still waiting
For that ending.
I am still waiting
For the moment when her words become reality.
I am still waiting
For my death.
-B
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