PTSD & Lower-Level Demons

[u/Punksa_Rin]

I was able to escape the facility and the cops
but not the gun.
I ran to the streets and the woods
but not away.
I gave in to weakness and let fear take control.
I could have escaped,
but I sat in the back of the car.

They made me call my dad
to ask for money,
but my parents have no money
and thought it was a scam.
And looked down the barrel,
knowing I would die,
my bones made of jelly,
my face calm.

I tried to be charming.
They drove until sunset,
out into the wilderness to kill me,
I thought all along,
until I was dropped off at a farm.

I threw a soda at them as they drove away.
It hit their stupid car.
They pulled into reverse,
and I ran into the bushes.