Thirteen

THIRTEEN

The room was ….. Pink.
Yes that's right; I can see it now,
Clear as a bell.
I turn to the bed, which belonged to the Child.
(Not me of course) Far too late for all that 'Fairy Princess' nonsense.
Softens the blow?
How little they know,
'Grown ups'.

"Take off your clothes!"
He drawls,
in weird demonic tones, that pack a mean punch.
First body blow leaves me reeling,
Lost my breath somewhere in my throat.
More than a feeling knocks me off centre.
Halo slips, balance tips
in his favour.

She felt her wings go first.
Watching. . .
Their flightless descent to the ground,
Trampled underfoot.

Thunderous blood, ear splitting resonance,
Ruptures silence.
Morbid precursor,
the sounds of violence.

Tread back, turn head. . . Away . . .
So he can't see.
"I don't want to, please don't make me"
The thought ran free…

"HELP ME HELP ME"
Silent plea
That falls wide of the mark.
First shot in the dark fell by the wayside,
I'm losing my grip, I mean she, the Victim,
not me. I, third party witness to the downfall,

Reduced to a whisper,
Barely a whimper.
She closes her eyes

Be Brave Be Brave!

Not like them,
Bold only in number,

"Do what you're told!"
The wood, SLAM fills the hole,
BANG Shut.
Shroud ensnares casket.
Can't breathe…She cannot breathe.
Smothers the thought,
Drowning in pink.

Nervous arousal quickens the flesh,
prickles the skin, Rash reaction.
Intensifies five
yet making no sense.
Projects into overdrive,
More 'alert' than alive
Clock banging, heart thumping, blood pumping.
Ears ringing,
Eyes stinging, inside out.
Tunnel vision,
HIM.
Looming at the end of this road,
Poisonous toad,
Knows what he wants her to do
In this, her first 'cold blooded' performance.
What happened to the prince?

Anchored,
Weighted,
Dragged down from where she waited,
upon limbs of lead, edges toward the bed.
tries to hide,
CREEP inside.
Slips into something cold,
and froze.
Struck dumb,
rendered numb
Swallowed whole.

Breathing,
all that breathing. . .
Shallow breaths.

Swarms in for the kiss of death.

"I HATE YOU" she mouths,
Under her breath,
silence decays on her tongue.





Unable to share the rest,
the facts to dissect.NOTHING
The human brain, such a wonderful tool