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Poetry

A collection of really sad or messed up poems. The title is pretty self explanatory, so...

#23: Frozen

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by EAGrace

by EAGrace

Frozen

He is standing

close,

too close.

Close enough to touch,

close enough to see

every fleck of color in his eyes.

I can't breath,

My heart is pounding,

My breathing too quick.

there is a fluttering in my stomach

That I can't explain.

It's too much,

It's all too much!

…

But I can't move,

I'm frozen.

He has me under a spell,

He has me completely

under his control.

Like his own plastic doll

to do as he pleases.

I can't move.

I am frozen.

I no longer think for myself.