Intruder
A crippling heaviness,
enters the room.
Trembling,
I break out in a cold sweat.
The dolls on the stand,
are securely locked in their case.
Their sad eyes watch as he
inches closure and silent screams
fill the space.
He whispers violent things
and spits in my face.
I succumb to his lingering words,
as I forget how to breathe.
I lost my voice.
It know belongs to him.
Copyright © Alexa Rose | Year Posted 2018
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