Alone

Mo_Elizabeth

No, not alone.

Surrounded by Silence.

Fabric scratches against

Surfaces,

The only proof of life nearby.

Night

No, just dark.

A thick, musty darkness

Blacker than a night without stars.

Water

No, not a river.

Just your blood rushing past your ears,

Your heart pounding out of your chest,

Your breath escaping too rough from

Your lungs.

Eyes

Searching through nothing,

Swiveling in your head at 

Imaginary movement.

Ears

Struggling for sound over the

Heavy silence, over the 

Crushing breath sounds,

Over the rushing river of 

Blood in your head.

Desperately picking up the ticks

Of small insects or drops of moisture.

Silence

Causing panic and fear,

No more shuffling or scratching of

Cloth against surface.

Alone.

Until like a weapon fired near your head

You hear one word

Ripping through the silence

"help".

 

  • Author: Mo_Elizabeth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2019 15:05
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 30
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  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write.

    Welcome to MPS.



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