Emily's Escape, by ZeTz_Darke
Flesh on flesh...
She closes her eyes.
Sun soaked, winding roads...
Fields stretched out for miles and miles.
A memory of gas station
The country air prevails her to
Wheezing in her ears...
A more loathful sound cannot be heard,
Cover her ears,
The sound of pleasant conversation,
Music spills out of the radio...
Laughter mixes with the sound of classic Rock and Roll...
His despicable fingers find her...
But she is elsewhere,
trapped in the memory of a summer day.
|Posted: 2005-06-25 19:28:15 UTC|
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|i like this poem, very good and well thought out
|wow, you are really talented, this sounds like a brand new song. man youre good :D
|2005-07-01 20:54:13||Apache Rose
|This reminds me of The Ceremony in a novel called 'The Handmaid's Tale' by Margaret Atwood. Have a look if you're interested. The idea of the mental world being an escape from physical realities is very well presented here. Loving it.