Emerging from the dark
Face hidden by his hood
He comes closer,
Clutching her throat
Tighter and tighter
Slowly becoming breathless
And defenseless
Her fear is brought to life
By a nightmare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll try not to keep this one in mind when I go to bed tonight! ! A nice, tight little poem. Love, Fran xx