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.
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