The Coming
Footsteps echoed off the cobblestone floor.
My heart skips.
My breath catches.
I turn, but I see none.
The room was small, and yet, the onedoor seemed so far away.
I move to step, but my foot stays planted.
I go to shift, but my torso stays firm.
The silence begins to ring- louder, sharper.
I try to move my arm, but all is still.
It makes me winch in pain, the dread...
The torture.
Forever more to be locked in this room- living, only not.
The walls creek.
My legs shake.
I cannot free from my bonds.
The footsteps increase.
I pail in agony.
He is coming.
He always does.
The one door, locked for so long, opens quietly.
Without a sound.
He is here.
I close my eyes one final time.
I will never choose to open them again.
My heart skips.
My breath catches.
I turn, but I see none.
The room was small, and yet, the onedoor seemed so far away.
I move to step, but my foot stays planted.
I go to shift, but my torso stays firm.
The silence begins to ring- louder, sharper.
I try to move my arm, but all is still.
It makes me winch in pain, the dread...
The torture.
Forever more to be locked in this room- living, only not.
The walls creek.
My legs shake.
I cannot free from my bonds.
The footsteps increase.
I pail in agony.
He is coming.
He always does.
The one door, locked for so long, opens quietly.
Without a sound.
He is here.
I close my eyes one final time.
I will never choose to open them again.