Pushed away.
I'm sitting with my head
in my hands
thinking of every word that I know,
trying to find the right ones.
Trying to find a way to string this all together.
I come up with burning.
The smell of singed hair and
tortured flesh,
pitted and scorched.
Melting,
slipping from the bones.
I hear screaming and tearing and
cracking.
Something being ripped away,
shoved down to the ground and
pounded hard into the dirt,
bits of sand and stone
burrowing themselves into
the skin.
Something slinking
slowly through an unwatched door
left open just a crack and now
there's dirt all over the living room floor
tracked in on the boots
of a mysterious intruder.
in my hands
thinking of every word that I know,
trying to find the right ones.
Trying to find a way to string this all together.
I come up with burning.
The smell of singed hair and
tortured flesh,
pitted and scorched.
Melting,
slipping from the bones.
I hear screaming and tearing and
cracking.
Something being ripped away,
shoved down to the ground and
pounded hard into the dirt,
bits of sand and stone
burrowing themselves into
the skin.
Something slinking
slowly through an unwatched door
left open just a crack and now
there's dirt all over the living room floor
tracked in on the boots
of a mysterious intruder.