Ok this poem was submitted for a contest with the subject of our favorite place...and I wanted to think outside the box. So tell me what you think.
Any place but here
A cut, a scream, a bruise, a yelp.
I can't do anything. No one can help.
A mark, a cut, some blood all the same.
I cannot describe such searing pain.
I run, he grabs. I fall, he won.
What you see isn't half of what he has done.
I scream and cower, as the huge hand draws near.
My favorite place is any place but here.

