Each second I breathe,
I feel my skin crawling with invisible bugs,
my blood rushing through my veins
as if there wasn't enough space to flow.
Every creak of the stair stills me,
my breath coming in laboured gasps
as a single drop of sweat falls on my lashes and
I make the mistake of rubbing my eye.
Each second I breathe,
I feel the room growing darker,
my nose scrunching at the stifling stench of death surrounding
as its eyes glinted maliciously.
Every tick of the clock brings it
closer and closer and closer,
its hideousness finally visible.
Each second I breathe,
I feel my throat closing in at its familiarity,
disbelief marring my features
because the creature before me
was just another me.
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When A Bud Blooms | Poetry
Poetry[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me f...
