I am being dragged
My feet splayed out behind me
scuffing the tips of my boots
A small cloud of dust
encompasses me
as I hold on
for all I am worth
There are days when I have control
of the thing
and days
like today
when I do not
I knew its course
It had been targeting my antagonist
for some time
I wanted him dead too
But not now
Not yet
To my amazement
it struck
without hesitation
Dragging me
through the blood and the gore
I had no choice
but to become part
of the appalling onslaught
The cursor savored
the joy
within the protagonist
as it ends the life of
the villain
The cursor has won
Today
I’m breathless
my pulse is pounding
I finally release my hold
on the cursor
My hands shake
as I add the final period
End of scene
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing and in the Poets Quarterly published by Prolific Press in Spring/2019. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
That was fun, dark, alluring in on odd way… I’m glad I found your blog! Looking forward to future and past posts!
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Thank you kindly, Kevin! 🙂
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You are most welcome!
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This is brilliant!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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This was cool
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Thank you!!
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This❤️
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Thank you!!
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