Afraid of what’s lurking in the dark

Is it him? Or just a shadow in the wind?

The door cracks open, a short scream escapes

But soon enough, I’m bound and gagged.

Squirming, screaming, trying to run. 

Muscles tense, not yet undone. 

And still no one comes, or hears the noise. 

Now he’s gone, with his sick little joys. 

Hiding in the bathroom, door locked and bound

No words or sounds escape my mouth.

Morning comes, not a single sound.

Secret glances repaint the scene. 

I ran away today, without any notice of my pain.

My story is now told, the truth is out.

No more trusting, not young, not old.


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