you can smell the fear in me.
Its scent so strong it reeks off of me
and into the nose of the predator.

The fear devours me down into a bottomless pit.
The feeling makes me feel like someone is literally laying on me, choking my last breaths out of me.

It makes me want to hide my face from the world in shame.

My desire got the best of me,
and with every temptation comes a consequence.
So I sit here and await the consequences I must face.

Are they gonna be severe? mild? maybe moderate?
All I can do at this moment is speculate on it
And find out in due time what comes my way.

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Tabatha Thibes.


Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?