Into The Night
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Into The Night
Let me tell you, about fear . . .
I was laying on my bed when I sensed a foreboding,
and saw the flash of a huge, sharp knife moving in the moonlight;
knowing it was my abusive boyfriend drunk and crazy,
it was not the first time, he had held that knife to my throat.
I lived in dread, afraid for my life but was trapped,
trapped in this horrific situation, I had left my parents home;
but this time, I was overcome with fear- this was it,
jumping up, I ran out into the street with no shoes, with nothing.
Running and running to no where terrified that he followed,
finally, I found an alleyway and sat on the cold ground;
I leaned back against a brick wall and cried in dismay,
all night I stayed there frightened of every sound or creak.
In the daylight, a passing man handed me five dollars,
and I went to a cafe, gulping down warm brew with thanks;
thinking about my situation with apprehension and panic,
free refills of coffee- oh thank you to that kind sir who passed.
Reflecting, I realized that "he" had systematically,
and with skill- got rid of every friend I had in my short life;
I had no one to call for help, even my parents,
then, I noticed a newspaper on a table someone had left.
I picked it up and it opened to rooms for rent,
and I saw a listing for a room in a townhouse with college girls;
with trepidation I called and ended up on their doorstep,
I had no shoes, my clothes were in disarray, my hair tangled.
Telling them my tale with angst, they had tears for me,
one said, I will get you some clean clothes and shoes,;
they told me to stay as long as I wanted and needed to,
from the basement they carried up a mattress and blankets.
I think- I slept for a week, waking in great panic and fear,
then, falling back when I realized it was a bad dream only;
I was full of shivers and willies, fearful of all sounds,
the girls encouraged me to call my parents and with unease I did.
Within an hour my mother was there hugging me,
my parents welcomed me home and dad bought me clothes;
for a long time- I suffered from androphobia and xenophobia,
but in time the heebie-jeebies left me, and I found me again.
September 3, 2017
Narrative/Into The Night
Copyright Protected, ID 936887
Written for the contest, Fear
sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
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