I wrestled it to the ground
my heart
pounding
in my chest.
Its claws were knives
but it wore
the face
of the man
whose voice
once terrified me.
Victorious,
I buried it at the edge
of a monument
commemorating
my victimhood.
42 Words / Love / Mental Health / Microstories / Poetry / Recovery / Survival / Yeah Write
Very vivid image, with intense emotion underneath. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Whether man or beast, you survived! That’s all that matters!
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Do I even need to say it? You just clawed your way into my heart with this imagery. Sigh.
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You are so sweet. Thank you. ❤
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You literally made my heart pound as I read this. I held my breath. Terrific imagery and outstanding action. I was right there, spellbound with every word. This was brilliant. High five and well done! ♥
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EEE! Thank you so much. That makes me so happy.
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Action-packed…till the very end! Superb!
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The only word I have to describe this is empowered. That was the feeling I got from it. 🙂
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Powerful and emotional. Well done.
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