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Hide and Seek

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Thelunarwriter

Published: Sep 23, 2014

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'Hide and seek'...
the man says in an evil snicker.

The women...
leaped into a very fast sprint.

Her heart is pounding...
as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

She ran...
farther into the moonlit forest.

Trees scratched her...
but she kept pushing on farther.

It got darker...
as the trail started to get rougher.

Tears fall...
when she realizes she is lost.

Fear sets in...
as she tries to hide.

She is prey...
as she heard a branch snap.

Tucked away...
she prayed he wouldn't find her.

She shivered...
a shock went down her spine.

'I found you'...
he said as he took his prize.

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dark emotional hideandseek murder psychological freeversepoetry

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) a psychology major. :happybounce:

I love free verse poetry as you are probably going to see a lot more from me Giggle

but to get to the point this poem was inspired my love for psychology. Love

Over the years I have read so many crime novels and crime books I really enjoyed the psychology about it. So to summarize the poem if someone got confused Meow :3

A woman who was walking home from work alone got kidnapped by a man who knocked her out by hitting her over the head. While she is asleep the man takes her to his home which is the woods to play hide and seek. If you read the poem you will find the out come.

Though this is a little dark I wanted to really add the psychological aspect to this poem because it is my major and I do want to be a research psychologist who specializes in rare mental disorders...one day CURSE YOU!