Three walls
No doors just
screaming
A single yellow bulb
A grandfather clock
Everything sways
they itch
Along the walls
the creatures
The shadows dance
click as they move
Dreams hang like
Cobwebs
burrowing
burning skin
Peacefully blown
To and fro
Whispering sweet secrets
none of it’s real
Do not worry
do not blink
do not look
Simply
run
Breathe.
Elisabeth’s work appears in the Power, Forward, Colour, and Ethereal editions of WORDLY Magazine.
