January, 31, 2013
Well, trying to write something new... but coming slow. I meant to get out today and just... I don't know... just experience something... Never made it out the front door. This came out of that.
Something
There
Outside
the door... there's something in the hall,
scratching
at my door. Should I let it in? No. Too many
things
to be considered... important things one must
consider
before I turn the lock: The weather, for example…
is it
mild out there, cold, hot? Is it wintery, is there snow
that somehow found its chilly way into the
hall? Footsteps
echoing,
a clock like steady clump, clump, clump, the
steps descend…
down, and down the stairs they go…
is that
the neighbor that I hear, or is it something else…
a
something I should fear? Sweat, my heart beating,
racing,
hand shaking as it reaches for the knob… that
scratching
sound again… scratching on and on… I…
am…
afraid. The world, it may be out there… long,
dangerous
claws waiting, patiently for me… for me…
waiting
there patiently… to tear me apart.
rrw o1-31-13
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