DEATH Poem: Fear is an Ugly Thing, by Madelin Lindsay

know you’re there
breath hot on my neck
you smell like meat
bitter sweaty meat
like
rotting gangrene
and boiling pork belly skin
gagging when you come too close
throat swelling
squeezing
why do you follow?
why do you gnash your teeth
and cower?
standing guard at the door
barking
spit flying
when I go to leave?
every move draws blood
from your teeth
nipping at my hands and feet

Daddy said the only thing to do
with rabid animals like you
is a bullet
to the head

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Author: poetryfest

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One thought on “DEATH Poem: Fear is an Ugly Thing, by Madelin Lindsay”

  1. Well, maybe it’s not everyday but it seems to be a lot at once. I do love poetry and maybe if I can sit down and not think of anything else I will write something.

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