I cannot help but to feel that something or someone very "BAD" is out there....somewhere and they have me right smack in the middle of their cross-hairs. An itchy trigger finger pawing nervously around the firing mechanism of their evil intention.
One bit of CHAOS after another has followed me throughout this year of missteps and misery. How can I NOT feel Hunted...Snake-bitten....Pounded to death by the very HOUNDS of HELL that have vowed from the moment of my birth to torment me to the very end. To bury my wretched excuse for living under a writhing mass of hatred, fear and anger.
I punch, I claw, I kick and move...fighting to the very end with every stinging ounce of sweat & blood, to hold off the mounting pressure pounding away behind these blood-shot blue eyes. But Wait...who is the enemy here?
(To Be Continued...)
Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you would (r)amp things up inhere. I know it is up close and personal, but to me it actually reads like well-crafted fiction. There is an entire life story in just three short paragraphs: temporal shifts, first-person narration, dynamism and darkness. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ms C...I appreciate it. And you're right....it's non-fiction and all my own story. I am just trying to tell it in a very different way....and I am pleased so far with the results.
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