Prism

Written by Elisabeth Gail

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.

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