Do I Need To Tie You Tighter
He’s out there again. I turn my head, but there is silence.
Are you sure it’s the same guy? I look but they have disappeared.
What do you think he wants? I inch myself to the window and move the curtain.
Don’t do that! A voice shouts. Shh! I say, peeking out a sliver of glass.
There is a car, but I do not see a man. Maybe they have imagined it.
“What are you doing?” I jump from fright. “Nothing,” I say.
My abductor glares at me. “Do I need to tie you tighter?
I release the curtain. His eyes stare at me. He is making a decision.
He will kill you tonight, a voice says. I do not doubt it. I believe it actually.
If we untie you, do you promise to run? The other girl asks.
They have been here longer than I have been here, but neither run.
I wonder about this, and about the guy they supposedly see out the window.
How can you see out the window through the wall? I ask them.
We are dead, one says. That’s how we can untie you. Psychically.
I am shocked, for I know they are right. I blocked their bodies out.
Not able to stand the truth. I let myself sleep, waiting for the end.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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