Haunted by Toni L.A. Cross

The darkness comes
with teeth and knives
I’m hounded by a dream
Chasing, swirling, whirling night
Deeper, harder, plunging faster
Torn by rabid black
Frantic now
the walls are slick
No doors or windows here
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Or whisper here
No sound escapes
This place

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She Played Dead… by Toni Cross

This morning, as I scanned through the headlines, this headline caught my eye: This 6-Year-Old Survivor’s Story May Be the Most Intense from Newtown Yet – Politics – The Atlantic Wire. As I thought about that little girl and all she survived, a poem started to form in my mind…

 

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She played dead

Escaped inside her head

All around her everything

Turned blood-red

Her memory defaced

Can’t be erased

This horror is

Her breathing space

She survived

Til help arrived

Now any sentiment

Just seems contrived