Lapse In Memory
A billowing curtain
brushed at my face,
as barking dogs
your steps did trace
With baited breath
I waited in tremble,
and with a hefty knock
my door did rumble
Pulling myself
from out of the chair,
I was shaking to fall
half way there
Hand on the door
face to wood,
I listen intently
for anything good
The whispering winds
carried a voice,
to open the door
I had no choice
Hand on the knob
hearing a click,
knowing my life
was about to shift
Lighting the porch
In washes of light,
looking to find
no one in sight
Shaking my head
and closing the door,
as a shove so hard
made my ass meet the floor
Breaking my arm
in the fall,
I lent my back
against the wall
A bulge in my back
was a reach around,
feeling its handle
I lay it to ground
Searching shadows
sick in my gut,
sweating profusely
I heard the door shut
Steps so light
I could barely hear,
someone was coming
I felt the rising of fear
Steeling my spine
I clenched real tight,
and heaved that Axe
into dark night
on hearing a grunt
I turned on the light,
but then I got
the biggest fright
Laying spread eagle
on the floor,
was the delivery man
from the grocery store
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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