Caretaker
The 11th story in ‘Divine Revelation’.
I tried to flee but could not run
So, I stretched my hands toward the sun.
All I wanted was to be done.
Fear himself took my head in his hands and spun.
The bullet launched itself from the gun,
I flinched against the pain, but there was none.
.
The god placed his hands upon my head
And pick up his needle, laced with thread.
It matched my mind in gleaming red.
He sewed me up as I slowly bled.
His soothing voice gently said,
“My dear, you will not sleep until you are dead.”
.
He picked me up and took me inside
To a place where I felt I did not need to hide.
Where the people were false but never lied
And kept an auspicious spring in their stride.
He watched from the corner, beastly bright-eyed.
My chaotic caretaker; my hypnotic guide.
About the Creator
annie harper
Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3
TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.
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