Emily's Escape

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By ZeTz_Darke •

Flesh on flesh... She closes her eyes. Sun soaked, winding roads... Fields stretched out for miles and miles. Sickening; Beer-soaked breath. Breath deeply; A memory of gas station coffee... The country air prevails her to lay back... Wheezing in her ears... He's laughing, 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.

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June 29, 2005 20:35XRebzX

i like this poem, very good and well thought out

June 30, 2005 14:58Loreleen

wow, you are really talented, this sounds like a brand new song. man youre good :D

July 1, 2005 20:54Apache 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.