Chelsea Kinsey

Rookie (May 4,1987 / Salt Lake City, Utah)


Poem by Chelsea Kinsey

I stand in the midst of night
Darkness pressing in
I am lost
I am alone
Someone is stalking
Deep into the night
Looking, Searching
I feel them pressing in on me
I run
I stumble
I fall
They glow with blood, red
I gasp
Blood is rushing, always rushing
There is light
Just a speck
It pierces my breast
I retch in pain
Light spills out my eyes
Stalkers turn to dust
Light spills from my pores
I scream
It burns
I explode
Nothing, Sweet nothing

Comments about Nothing by Chelsea Kinsey

  • Daniel Tyler (10/11/2005 3:20:00 PM)

    Bleak stuff, Chelsea. Excellent(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 19, 2004