Anita
Into the tunnel we went
In search of danger, black deeds and terrifying mystery
Armed as the Romans for this ghastly adventure
With EMF*, night vision and digital recorders
Prepared to capture in these haunting sepulchers
Disembodied voices, and hair raising caresses.
Dust
Crumbling rock, spider webs
“Aaaaamyyy,” her voice whispered to me
Batteries dying
Her energy rising
Cold it was- freezing
“I want to know you”, I told this ethereal little girl
“Tell me your story.” I asked softly,
Abashed.
Charged.
The atmosphere changed from a place
Deep, dark, eerie
To a warm sunny day
I saw her swinging from a tire hung on a tree
Happy, golden curls flying as she weaved to and fro
Laughing as a little imp- a true fairy
Then she showed me her dismay
I followed what she showed me
In terror and pure agony
A man, tall and tenebrous stood behind her
An axe in his hand
Blood- crimson dripping from it’s fierce edge
She never saw him
Her head rolled as he laughed- jubilant from this carnage he wrought
To Anita and her whole family
Her seraphic face froze in a scream that never came
Anita was stuck, in this place between the worlds
Confused, searching…
“Anita”, I told her in a rage of the dark, ominous man
who pillaged her chaste soul-
“Go Sweetheart, he is gone. Do not be afraid anymore.
He cannot hurt you!”
Waiting…the biting chill returned
My EMF read astonishingly high… Still I waited
“Ohhhhh, it is so bright!” Anita sighed.
Waiting…
My EMF began fading
Anita’s rage, anger and confusion began to abate.
Slowly, a mist appeared
Upward it floated, in it I saw her face
Smiling, peaceful, serene-
She had finally found her way home.
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010
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