Literature
DFC 2015: 1. Outliving Fear
When darkness rips away her joy
With claws that flay and deftly tear,
Her bones and sinew are laid bare
As lifeless as a tattered toy,
Her heartbeat gently pulses quick
Beneath that skin like porcelain,
Each slash breeds more adrenaline
As palms grow slick and breath constricts,
Her eyes see nothing but the pain,
Her very sanity is slain,
But as she clutches onto hope
And feels the fibres of her rope,
She knows that daylight’s face is near
Which means she will outlive the fear.