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Rot. The smell is unbearable.

You walk into the smell by

Accident, however, it’s too late.

You’ve stepped into the trap

And it’s empty sockets are set

On you.

Rotting flesh. Oh god. Dear God,

The smell won’t go away.

Like you’re the flower and the

Stench is the bees.


The Wendigo.


Ice. The cold is unforgiving.

After the rot you are freezing

Terribly so. Wisps of warm

Clouds come from each exhale

You make. But it was warm just

A moment ago.

The frost. Oh no, the frost.

Like the white foam behind

a boat, a trail of frost is now

On the undergrowth of the

Forest floor.


The Wendigo.


You feel your chest constrict.

Paranoia fills your form and spills

Over like water in an old cup.

Heart in your throat.

Click, click, click….crack.

Oh God, dear God.

Your can feel it on your back.

Terror, Oh no…

I can feel it’s breath on my back.


The Wendigo.


I’m paralyzed. The cold, I can

Feel my lips turn blue as the ocean

The stench. The rot. I can feel the

Bile rising in my throat.

I’m going to die. So….

I run.


The Wendigo.


The trees fly past me, yet

I feel like I’m not going anywhere

At the same time.

They stare at me.

They taunt me.

They laugh at me.

The trees, please...make them stop.

Their eyes. They won’t stop staring.

I run like a steam engine roaring on the

Tracks. I can feel my bones cracking,

However, I remain unmoving.


The Wendigo.


I gasp and gasp for air, but still

I can’t breathe. The smell is too

Sickening. The hands are crawling.

Crawling up my back and arms. I’m

Petrified with fear. The hands are

Massive, claw-like. Rotting flesh

Falling off but covered in tar.

Oh God, My God.


The Wendigo.


Those hands pull me into sanctuary.

They pull me into embrace.

I cannot escape this…

I hold my breath, mustering all my

Bravery. I turn myself around within it’s

Grasp and return the embrace.

I entangle my fingers into it’s jet

Black hair and bury my face into it’s

Decaying chest. Somehow now,

I am taken from my despair.


He is my Wendigo

And he’ll eat me up,

He loves me so.

COMMENTS

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mortuousDesires
17:58 May 31 2020

Forgive the odd organization of the lines. This was a free verse poem I wrote some time ago.

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dracken
19:08 May 31 2020

It's very good and I like how you described the senses

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