First published on Free Verse Revolution, a division of Blank Paper Press.
He haunts my dreams
Without warning he’s there!
I’m all alone
I know this place
But obscurity blurs my vision
Along with the damp, foggy night
I walk toward an old roundabout
It’s on the edge of a field
Just a small play area
I remember
It’s part of a childhood
Where friends played
On innocent afternoons
With bicycles parked on the hard concrete
But it’s cold and wet
Lamp light struggles in the gloom
And I look as it begins to turn
I’m afraid
It’s him, he’s coming
It’s him, he’s nearby
It’s him, he’s so close
It’s Him.
An ominous shadow
Bulking, menacing
Eerily shimmering in the dark light
And I freeze in the sound of his voice
He bawls incomprehensively
A noise that sends terror
Through my being, in fear
Of his next action
That never comes
Just the noise and the threat
I want to…
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