four friends
the air
shifts,
you see
faces in
blankets
and walls,
things move
before your
eyes,
as you
walk past
a room
inside you
see a child,
as you look
a second
time
he vanishes,
things spin
as dark
and fear
dance around
your trembling
body,
dark chants
as fear
laughs,
they make
a horribly
wonderful music
together that
echoes through
your head,
you shut
your door
as to not
let voiceless
shapes find
your hideout,
you feel eyes
resting on you
and turn
stealthy,
nobody is there,
noBODY,
just a presence,
you are locked
in a room
with a bodiless
mind,
fear and dark
creep under
the door
cackling wickedly,
a shriek pierces
the heavy air
and as you fall
you realize
it came from you,
like a discarded
rag doll you
lay crumpled on
the floor as
dark, fear and
their new friends
cold and death
arrive,
they stomp on
your sprawled
form with
bony feet,
digging their
heels in,
death's bulk
crushes you
as cold wraps
herself around
your heart,
stiffening your
limp body,
again the
creatures decend,
trapping you
like a firefly
in a jar,
only they will
never let you
out,
this,
this,
is forever...
---M.Walsh
Copyright (c) 2001 by Margaret Walsh. All Rights Reserved.
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