To pieces.
A wrong turn
On some
Quiet
Dirt road
All too quiet…
Their sounds
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Survival
How many are there?
What
Will they do?
Sweat droplets
And
Tears mingle
Angry breath
Biting
Tearing
Torn,
Nothing left
To
Escape
As
Fear
Draws them
Closer.
Flash of
Time
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Can you
Hear
The growls
In the distance?
Far
Far away,
On that
Dusty
Dirt road.
F.
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Inspired by Torn to Pieces
The suspense remains as I ponder this. It will become a re-reread. Interesting.
Thank you for taking the time to re-read it John! Let me know if any other thoughts come up…
With pleasure.
A beautiful read. Looks like a close call
Thank you Shantanu! Yes it was, a very close one.
My pleasure
Beautiful and the feel of this is one to leave with thoughts…
Happy you think so! Thank you <3
Very welcome
This was a pleasure to read.
I’m delighted that you enjoyed it! Thanks Andrew 🙂
((hugs))
Very sweet! Thank you <3
I like your style, writing technique of only using one word per line. I tend to write poetry with very short, choppy lines, but not so often only having one word on each.. is something to think about!
Glad you like it! Looking forward to visiting your blog 🙂
🙂 Hope you enjoy