Jewel

The big house filled with graveyard silence. Not even the creaks of the floor boards disturb, Even the wind is a soft whisper inaudible to the human ear. The door creaks, a thunderstorm explosion of voices; all colliding. The voices rising up the stairs like starving lions racing for their prey. I burry my head to get away from the torturous storm. I look up from my cocoon of sanctuary staring at the stars. Wishing I could be light years away, just like them. To twinkle like a jewel in the summer sun. I close my eyes and imagine I’m up there, while the starved lions scratch at my door. I realize that I’m the prey. I’m wounded and they can smell the blood draining from the veins of happiness. I open the lids of led to stare at those precious jewels as the lions pounce, each on one side. Pulling and tugging. Tearing from the limbs. I drop hopelessly to the floor boards in defeat. The lions are content. They stalk away as if they are going to be caught by as midnight predator. I crawl onto the place I once thought was safe. I burry my self once more. As I fade away to unconsciousness, I see a star in the sky shinning brightly and glamorously, just like a jewel in the summer sun. I close my eyes knowing that when the storm and the lions come again, I won’t be there. I’ll be with the other jewels shinning brightly and beautifully.