The darkness descended
We couldn’t move
Unable to speak
We just stared back at the nightmare
The hooded figures waiting to come take me
I called you for help, and you answered
We tried to escape the house,
crawling on all fours to gain motion,
Any motion.
Quick sand feet,
nailed to the earth.
They gained on us
You were ahead of me,
and I knew I’d give in-
my anatomy failing me.
I had to wake myself up in self preservation,
An instinct deeply rooted in us all
I write in the dark,
afraid to see the hooded figures again when I close my eyes
Terrified of falling back in.