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She watches the shadows fall away from the wall Like ghostly finger puppets they scatter beneath an old squeaky mattress She can hear two matron hands as they collapse the shutters from behind, slam goes the door. The sound of her breath is like a dry matchstick as she listens to a ticking clock on an old burlap stump. Everything falls down behind the walls. She has colonized every fear in the closet and gave each one a running brook, an underpass. Anny is her only friend. She has russet wool hair, and can make herself flat as a pizza carton. She moves Like a mote as her lips brush the fringe of her hair, “Anny, are you awake? You better lay still, they are Right underneath us, if we are not quiet, they’ll come for us “ Its the muttering of a child who’s perfected the art of ventriloquism. Tied up in sweat knots they leave her no choice, but to press her ear to the floor and listen some more. Her eyes are heavy dumbbells without raise, and her mind is caught in a fog horn far away. The Only stir comes from the puppets below, she’s falling deeper and deeper into a solid black hole. Perhaps sleep will save her tonight, she thinks while losing her wake. Slowly but surely she sinks Low down below. February 5, 2014 For Cyndi's Contest: Stephanie Deshphante Painting: The Falling

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  1. Date: 2/12/2014 8:45:00 AM

    Dark but brilliant . I looked up Stephanie and you have captured her. I also see a quite wicked sense of humour . Enjoyed this my friend.

  1. Date: 2/7/2014 4:55:00 AM

    Nice use of descriptions and imagery Rose, excelling stuff so far . I haven't read the whole thing as yet, as I'm on a time limit. But I had to stop by and say warm greetings. However, I will be back to read the rest...hugs.

  1. Date: 2/7/2014 2:37:00 AM

    Incredible metaphors....

  1. Date: 2/7/2014 1:48:00 AM

    An excellent write, Vie!

  1. Date: 2/6/2014 1:39:00 PM

    You are a powerful storyteller, and this one is a dark and magnificent Gothic-like tale. Bravo, Poet!

  1. Date: 2/6/2014 9:09:00 AM

    Fantastic story. Eerie and gripping. Love the shadows scattering under the mattress. If the shadows are scared and hiding, we should be too.

  1. Date: 2/6/2014 12:08:00 AM

    Wow, this is a tremendous write my friend! You have really put together an incredible poem here this evening! What a delightful piece this is, Great Work!!

  1. Date: 2/5/2014 10:49:00 PM

    This is lovely..I love the line"The sound of her breath is like a dry matchstick as she listens to a ticking clock on an old burlap stump"....Hugs Tim

  1. Date: 2/5/2014 10:27:00 PM

    Oh wow an excellent write, outstanding! A great piece, very deep. I love it darling! :) xoxo