A Better Life
The car jolted.
Her weary eyes
opened slowly
Like mechanical shutters
Flickering through trees,
the dying sunlight
stabbed at her sight
with golden shards.
Mouth dry
Limbs weak
Clothes damp
Daddy?
A stench of sweat
Lingered in tobacco air
Made her cough
Made her gag
Where's Daddy?
she croaked
Muffled laughter
Gone!
Her throat
So sore
So dry
Sodium
The trees had darkened
to shadows
They swayed hypnotically
Became waves
Became the tumultuous sea
She couldn't breathe
Felt her Father's hand
Slipping
Leaving her
Down! Keep down!
The rabid waters crashed,
Raked its foaming jaws
across all that he was
And swallowed him whole
Another jolt
She cried out!
Throat burned
The trees returned
Now dark and twisted
Reaching
Beckoning
Comforting
Strangely comforting...
Gravel crunched below
Trees disappeared
A driveway
The moon in its entirety
Out!
A House
A door
Cracked & peeling
But...
Out!
She clicks the handle
Stumbles
Legs of stone
Approaches the door
Tired
So tired
It creaks open
Shadows reach out
like tendrils
Creeping upwards
Passed shin and waist,
Engulfing her face
'till only eyes remain
Wide & glistening
in moonlit despair
'My, my, aren't you a little beauty'
And, already,
she thinks
That his smile
Is as monstrous
As any raging sea
Stephen Atkinson
Fri 29th Jan 2021 20:03
Thank you very much Lisa. I wrote the first stanza without knowing where it was going, then, basically, it wrote itself. Sometimes it happens. Bit sad that you can relate to some things in it, but, I guess, we all have our own private heart aches. I wish you well ?