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I was humming to myself, I often do now. A way to distract my mind From the clouds of thoughts That ultimately rains as sadness. I was humming and I was unequipped. And the trouble with being oblivious (An outcome of humming or doodling Or daydreaming) Is that we shut our defenses And open ourselves to attack. I was climbing up the stairs, Hair dripping water And wet clothes in one hand, I was climbing up the stairs, I was humming to myself                                       Unarmed. (A question- if we are unarmed And see an armed person, Is it necessary that person to be dangerous To feel in danger?) I moved the thick curtain, A choice of my sister I say, I can't confess how I picked it too But I hate its colour now. I danced my fingers through The waves of it, All I wanted to reveal Were the steps that continued But there he was                               A beast. In a stance, staring right at me In my own turf He was questioning me. He was the stranger not me. He was the intruder not me. But I was unarmed And his claws dripped of dried blood I pictured, We stared at each other for The nth of a second That seemed like ages. I was drowning in his eyes, An effect of humming beforehand I believe. Then my mind snapped Like a rubber band Stretched too far for too long And a scream As shrill as that of a kid Escaped my mouth. Broke all my teeth Parted my lips Tore away my tongue And I screamed with all my might. (I feel it was all my fear Rolling out all at once At the slightest chance of an escape). Whether my scream faded Or did it stick to that very step Or did my voice die down I can't say, But as fast as my heart beats, I was down Behind a glass door closed And a wooden one slightly ajar, I was now a captive in my own home. My screams now words, It's silly how human fears Are better described by sounds With ill fitted                         words. After moments gone, Having gathered my strong, Calm demeanor I carry most of the time, I grabbed a stick. I swear I wouldn't If it didn't just lay there As a lonlely toy that needed holding. I couldn't wield it to hit I know, But I could make some noise As if my voice wouldn't have been enough, The beast had ran                                 Too. Listen to me, he is the dangerous one Not me, not me ever. I tapped the stick at the railings As I climbed a step then another All the way till the point Where my scream lingered last. I bobbed my head slightly ahead Of my body, The beast could tear my face off But not my heart I reasoned. There it was, a mess, Milk, and rice, Cereals, biscuits, Containers open and spilled, Things scattered but things I say, To the hungry beast                                 - Food? I climbed up the remaining stairs, Following his footsteps, The markings he left, The dripping water off his soul. Can I confess now, The beast was a kid, And his tiny hands couldn't hold on To all the food he stole?                                         Borrowed?                                                           Needed. And finally at the door, A whole packet of cookies Lay there, like a star That fell from the sky Unhinged it dropped on the ground Where it didn't belong. I didn't pick it up I followed ahead, He passed that door, I concluded from where he                                                Broke in?                            Discovered through. And went ahead to the bigger one Where we welcomed guests That neither belonged. I shut that door, Locked it now. And came to my room. Kept the stick aside, Leaning it on the wall, Like a dancer resting his feet. And sat on the bed                                   Evolved.                       I fought off a beast? A beast scared off a hungry kid. (I hope he managed to steal something away At least bit into something before I intruded.)
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Beast
I was humming to myself, I often do now. A way to distract my mind From the clouds of thoughts That ultimately rains as sadness. I was humming and I was unequipped. And the trouble with being oblivious (An outcome of humming or doodling Or daydreaming) Is that we shut our defenses And open ourselves to attack. I was climbing up the stairs, Hair dripping water And wet clothes in one hand, I was climbing up the stairs, I was humming to myself                                       Unarmed. (A question- if we are unarmed And see an armed person, Is it necessary that person to be dangerous To feel in danger?) I moved the thick curtain, A choice of my sister I say, I can't confess how I picked it too But I hate its colour now. I danced my fingers through The waves of it, All I wanted to reveal Were the steps that continued But there he was                               A beast. In a stance, staring right at me In my own turf He was questioning me. He was the stranger not me. He was the intruder not me. But I was unarmed And his claws dripped of dried blood I pictured, We stared at each other for The nth of a second That seemed like ages. I was drowning in his eyes, An effect of humming beforehand I believe. Then my mind snapped Like a rubber band Stretched too far for too long And a scream As shrill as that of a kid Escaped my mouth. Broke all my teeth Parted my lips Tore away my tongue And I screamed with all my might. (I feel it was all my fear Rolling out all at once At the slightest chance of an escape). Whether my scream faded Or did it stick to that very step Or did my voice die down I can't say, But as fast as my heart beats, I was down Behind a glass door closed And a wooden one slightly ajar, I was now a captive in my own home. My screams now words, It's silly how human fears Are better described by sounds With ill fitted                         words. After moments gone, Having gathered my strong, Calm demeanor I carry most of the time, I grabbed a stick. I swear I wouldn't If it didn't just lay there As a lonlely toy that needed holding. I couldn't wield it to hit I know, But I could make some noise As if my voice wouldn't have been enough, The beast had ran                                 Too. Listen to me, he is the dangerous one Not me, not me ever. I tapped the stick at the railings As I climbed a step then another All the way till the point Where my scream lingered last. I bobbed my head slightly ahead Of my body, The beast could tear my face off But not my heart I reasoned. There it was, a mess, Milk, and rice, Cereals, biscuits, Containers open and spilled, Things scattered but things I say, To the hungry beast                                 - Food? I climbed up the remaining stairs, Following his footsteps, The markings he left, The dripping water off his soul. Can I confess now, The beast was a kid, And his tiny hands couldn't hold on To all the food he stole?                                         Borrowed?                                                           Needed. And finally at the door, A whole packet of cookies Lay there, like a star That fell from the sky Unhinged it dropped on the ground Where it didn't belong. I didn't pick it up I followed ahead, He passed that door, I concluded from where he                                                Broke in?                            Discovered through. And went ahead to the bigger one Where we welcomed guests That neither belonged. I shut that door, Locked it now. And came to my room. Kept the stick aside, Leaning it on the wall, Like a dancer resting his feet. And sat on the bed                                   Evolved.                       I fought off a beast? A beast scared off a hungry kid. (I hope he managed to steal something away At least bit into something before I intruded.)
If I keep some food out Will he come and take it?
#beast#food#intruder#stole#guilt
shanath
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shanath
22/F
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
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