The Blanket
I found it in the loft
In a dusty old chest
It whispered, come closer
Come get some rest
I made it to the bedroom
As slumber took my eyes
The blanket in a corner dark
Stifling long lost cries
I heard them in my dreams
A young girl's shallow wailing
I felt his hands around her throat
Under twilight slowly fading
I awoke to it upon my bed
Heaped, crumpled & creased
Like a weary old face
Of something long-since deceased
It's only a blanket
To myself, I kept saying
But, under my breath
I found myself praying
I tried to get up
But my body lay still
Every limb brushed
With icy fingers of chill
It began to unfurl
Creeping up to my throat
As muscle & flesh
Began to stiffen & bloat
I could no longer breathe
As it crept to my face
Cold pennies on eyes
For death's sweet embrace
***
I awake bleary eyed
In a room not of mine
Where flickering shadows
Dance not of my time
At a table sits a girl
The blanket keeps her warm
Opposite, sipping whiskey
The beast in human form
The atmosphere lies heavy
With stale sweat & ale
As I try to look beyond
This enigmatic veil
I know what I must do
In this place of long ago
And, I pray this vengeful shroud
Will, then, let me go…
Stephen Atkinson
Sat 30th Oct 2021 18:36
Thank you very much Stephen & Jordyn, glad it gave you a Halloween vibe!
And for the likes Pete & John!