POEM STARTER

‘It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.’

Write a poem that begins with this line.

Silent Pain

It came to me like snails come to a garden, ready to consume. I couldn’t sense it at first The icy chill I was numb to it’s cold as I have forever been stuck in it’s furry I didn’t see the signs Never ready for when it pummels me down Like a predator it attacks So sever I fall to the floor Legs crumbling against the pavement I could feel it sucking me away Clenching into myself I hug the fevered growl I was hungry
Comments 0
Loading...