These Walls

Beyond this door, and in this house-- if walls could speak, these would weep. There is no laughter, there is no love. There are only tears and a young girl's fears. She escapes to her room and tries to stay quiet. If there is no sound, he will not come around. The moon watches from the window near as she cowers in bed, screaming “No” in her head. On the edge of madness, she sees the knob turn. His sweat fills the air-- all she can do is stare. He draws her close, more poison for her mind. He drags her to hell with no one to tell. Alesia Leach © 1/2015