Here's another shout-out to my friend, Maggie.
The Room
Sitting in a small dark room, up against a hole in the wall, waiting.
Listening to the intruder's feet, creak on the wooden floor, hiding.
Curled up in a ball, my hands on my legs, my legs against my torso, shielding.
The intruder comes up to me, shiny knife in hand, a grin on his face, smiling.
He stabs me between where my arms and legs protect, into my stomach, bleeding.
Through my mouth I can hardly make a sound, I'm scared, crying
I lose my balance and tip into the black hold in the wall, ever so fast, regretting.
Disappear through the dark void, barely see the small room slip out of sight. falling.
Wake up in my bed, the pain still pulses through my stomach, but with no wound, realizing.
Turn over, the alarm clock can wait, a couple more hours are still needed, sleeping.
Written by: Maggie Potter
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