Teen Poetry
by Shreya Dahal
by Shreya Dahal
I am your prey
You found your perfect prey,
Instead of coming close you shot from far away.
The force of your bullet knocked me hard on the dirt,
The thumping of my heart, warned me with an alert.
The hole you created oozed out with tears,
Of course you sensed your game like a lion sensed the deer.
You came running towards me with a worried smile,
How was I to know you’d suffocate me in a bile.
You ran your finger around my wound,
Then you stuck it inside leaving me ruined.
After that I was gone,
But your game was still on.
You tore me up and carved me hollow,
You didn’t give a s***t, all you did was swallow.
You licked your lips inhaling the leftovers,
No one could wish for worse, not even with a 4-leaf clover.
You found your perfect prey,
Instead of coming close you shot from far away.
The force of your bullet knocked me hard on the dirt,
The thumping of my heart, warned me with an alert.
The hole you created oozed out with tears,
Of course you sensed your game like a lion sensed the deer.
You came running towards me with a worried smile,
How was I to know you’d suffocate me in a bile.
You ran your finger around my wound,
Then you stuck it inside leaving me ruined.
After that I was gone,
But your game was still on.
You tore me up and carved me hollow,
You didn’t give a s***t, all you did was swallow.
You licked your lips inhaling the leftovers,
No one could wish for worse, not even with a 4-leaf clover.