Don't Move
It starts slowly
a pin prick at the back of the neck
an icy breath in the silence
the pause between floorboards settling
.
You spin and turn
To shout into the abyss
"What do you want?!"
Only to be met with nothing
Stagnant air and bitterness on your fingertips.
.
It starts to fester low on your shoulders
just enough that you don't notice the weight at first
just enough that it doesn't seem heavy
until it is.
until it is
back-breaking
and you're folded in half
breath tearing loose as you shout
"What do you want?!"
Still only silence.
.
inch by inch
pound by pound
it claws
it digs
it pulls you down
.
Rattling out as you curl inward
arms overhead
protect the softness
But that won't do
It is there ─ in the room
It's coming for you.
About the Creator
Chel Writes
I should come with warning labels.
I write here and on Substack.
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