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A poem called Echo
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A poem called Echo |
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scuffedshoe2 Junior Member
since 2003-08-04
Posts 39 |
as the footsteps echo louder and louder toward the corner that she cowers in the palms of her hands grow sweaty and shivers of chilling fear shoot up and down her spine her body shivers and her toes flex, and relax...flex, and relax a habit she’s had since she was little her eyes tear up which makes her blink so often she cannot take in the bit of room she can see being illuminated by the moon outside the white trimmed window across the room, slightly to her right the footsteps have stopped... she bunches her shirt sleeve at her elbow and presses her nose and mouth into it to muffle the sound of her breathing she tries to hold still in the corner she quietly lays down on the floor she tucks her hair into her shirt assumes the fetal position and takes in a big breathe ... she holds it, and holds it, and holds it ... ... ... she holds it even when she feels something like a cold sheet being pulled over her quacking body slowly like a mother does for a child, trying not to wake him she holds it even when her eyes begin to fall out of focus so she shuts them she holds it when her body stops quivering and her muscles, every one of them relax and a song from the music box she had as a little girl the box that contained a ballerina wearing pink who danced when you opened it that melody began to play and it echoed through every room of her mind as if her mind were an empty palace she guessed she was dieing the box had stopped playing it’s song but the note that it had played last hung in the air it got louder, and louder, and louder “God stop...STOP!!” she was spinning now she could not understand how she tried to look around but the spinning was to fast and she could not take in her surroundings she could not move her head to look down in fact she could not move at all the last thing she felt was the cold on her legs how bare they felt and her arms as well... ... ... ... ... ... ... her eyes blinked open slowly... very slowly an uncomfortable dull flickering light greeted her re-adjusting eyes and she could not feel herself breathing her eyes looked right she sees a candle, half burned away, its wax creating a skirt at its base so perfect it looked as if it were woven with thin strands of cream colored silk her eyes looked to the left to find an empty chair tattered, and splintering old just beyond it...a door... “A DOOR!” she willed her body to move but it did not listen she could not even make a fist, or flex her toes she could not move at all not even a little a fear that could not be calmed, or tamed coursed through her veins and felt like millions of tiny scared people with pick axes, picking away at her trying to escape escape what why was she so scared ... ... she tried to take in a breathe but she wasn’t able to why? she could feel herself breathing... she tried again and again but failed this was the time to panic .... she tried desperately to move her body emitted tiny grunts from her struggle she could not budge her heart rate rose it beat so fast like it too was trying to escape her body ... the door opened “Oh...(the figure spoke with pure glee) you’re awake. I was wondering how long it would take.” the figure stepped forward clad in tight black leather pants held up by bright green suspenders. he wore a lacy pink bra, over a bare chest, and a mask, white with two holes for his eyes and none for his mouth or nose the mask was blank, it featured no features at all his chest was hairy...greasy, matted like he’d just woken from a nap “don’t try to move, you’ll hurt yourself... that last thing we want is that.” |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
good write,,,, |
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