Patches of light, moonlight...
click! click! goes the knitting needles, steel striking steel.
The patches quiver painfully as they are made to twist and turn, loop their hundred-and-one tentacles over each other, stretch till they whine.
Two bony figures, one shorter than the other, crawl on all fours to reach the twelveth hour. Once there, they sigh, joyful for the brief respite...their temples dripping senility....
The Hour....has been reached.
The knitting done.
'i am safe..', she murmers, the iron claw gripping her throat, slowly loosening its hold...
' another night...will Pass..'
Wrapping herself up in the newly-made cloak, she sits at her corner.
The singular cockroach marching resolutely towards the warmth of her bunched-up frame does not stir a single muscle on her face...
She keeps sitting at her corner...the blazing cloak, clasping her, tight.
She sits...two blind spots distended mercilessly over the hollows that should have been her eyes.
She sits...
gathering wisps of courage to brave a world that she can not see....
No comments:
Post a Comment