Sta.sh
The crackle of the twig still echoes in my memory
The sinister sneer with the maddening eyes burned in the forever
Silence was my friend as I listened to the onset
Thudding of thunderous footsteps
The screeching of the twig as it's dragging across the floor
Heaving of stagnant breath, coming closer
Disappointment looming in the corner as I didn't cower
Panic riding in waves as I fled to safety in the attic
When the hinges cried their siren song
Light spilled like milk into the darkness
Cobwebs clung to my brow, stiffling the scream
As the banisters hid my still healing frame
His sluggish entrance was in caution
Eyes full of hatred and rage
The smell of alcohol and sap filled my nostrils
His grunt was louder than the whimper of the old wood
With my back against the aging cold attic wall
Bracing my mouth with a shaking hand
Silence was my friend as I listened to the onset
As fear savagely tore through me
The raging eyes fell upon my nook
Swift movement cutting the stale air
His lashing tongue and spiteful swings
I felt every sting
Slashes and gashes swelling along my body
My life force splattering against the age
Spilling rapid from the undeserved
Sew me up, stop the bleeding
I laid in the attic waiting
His striking blows left buried in my skin
I listened to the crying of the hinge
He had disappeared in what light remained
In my fading sight of my last night
Was that twig...
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A beautifully descriptive piece...I felt the fear in this and I love the line above!!
"His lashing tongue and spiteful swings
I felt every sting" - well phrased, very poignant
overall, creepy, painful and full of good descriptions!
I read more pain and submission rather than fear tough.
yes it is painful but as I wrote it I tried to tap into the fear... I'll need revisit
Thank you my friend