murder, i wrote
| November 23, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, personal, Uncategorized |
careful, catch the gasp..one look over the shoulder, it may be the last..lock all the doors, keep yourself out of view..each creak and groan, and my ears perk up..the house is settling in, and i’m up and about..running out of places to hide, so we ran back inside..suitcases filled with clothes unwashed, leaving with it all..for a place that knows nothing of threat..one look over the shoulder and you’re in front of me with the next..i’m panting, i’m frozen in one spot and no one’s around to hear me shudder..tucking secrets between sofa folds and i am blank, i have nothing to tell, my mouth is sealed. i imagine the aftermath, the scenario that will ensue..lights out, hands folded, words outstretched. give me a few more days and i’m out of here for good. give me just a few more days, let me last. but what about you? can i leave you alone to fend for yourself? i don’t want to hear about it on a phone, least of all in print. i don’t want to see it in pictures, and last of all in person. but who will find you if i’m not here to be found in your place?
this is the only way i know how to pray and plead.
