with no sound
as they are ripped from my panicked grasp
by a dark figure with huge ebony eyes and no
mouth. My feet move, but the ground doesn’t,
some terrible cartoon character running on air
and getting nowhere. The terror tears at my throat
but I cannot shriek or cry or speak
or voice this pain, this crushing loss
these pieces of my heart
somehow torn from my grasp
my breath bursting loose in ragged,
but I have no tears.
Written for today’s “Nightmares” prompt over at dVerse:
whew you def capture the feel…black eyes and no mouth…and having them torn from your grasp…the helplessness we all seem to be capturing as we are at the whim of these terrors…none of us are going to sleep tonight lol
Pure visceral fear is hard to express without some causal agent, but you take us right into the moment and make that scream hover and catch at the back of the throat. (I hate those! The ones where you think you’re shrieking and only a little mewling kitten noise comes out.) Excellent piece where the sense of loss is not sad, but horrific.
Nice capture of the frightening moment… pure terror has no sounds, perhaps no tears too ~
Gut-wrenching, I dislike, greatly, those moments of motionless no matter how hard you run and the inability to speak. Such awful feelings. Great job, De.
Scary, surreal… just like a nightmare.
Wow. That was so vivid! I think I’ve had dreams exactly like that.
the moment of the scream is scary
I nearly had real tears over this one. Fantastic.