• Ivory phone, with a long spiral cord.
    It is my door way. My only way out.
    The prison that I am in is one made of stained yellow walls,
    Ripped brown carpet, and a dark closet.

    The beast would be back soon enough.
    Back with it’s disgusting grin, and black pool eyes that revealed an endless hunger.

    I watched stuck in time, not knowing how long it had been, staring at the phone that laid on the wooden table.
    It was not out of reach.

    The nights no longer were filled with my screams
    Because My voice no longer worked,

    I dragged myself closer to the phone,
    For my legs were still broken.
    Broken from when it hobbled me.

    The first time I had tried to escape.
    The door was open, it left it open.
    As a test.

    My try to escape only ended with the snap of hammer hitting bone.

    The monster stole me away from the world, in a red mini van.
    It took away my family.
    And ripped away my dignity.

    When it brought me to my prison
    I fought it with all that I had
    But that wasn’t enough.

    My head never stopped the aching,
    The scratches down my breast never healed.
    My broken hands and wrists never could fit through the cuffs.

    All the pain numbed when the beast left.
    I pulled my body from the closet that I was kept in.
    I did not look at my self, just as you don’t look at a deep cut.

    I reached out for the phone and knocked it to the ground.
    The throbbing silence was broken by a an old friend, a dial tone.

    I feared to reach for the numbers.
    What if it was testing me again?
    What would it do this time?
    Though it was gone I felt it’s entity hovering over me.

    I put the phone on the table, and dragged myself away.
    Back to the closet, my closet, my hole.
    The darkness enclosed me, and I closed my eyes.
    For the beast was back, and my nightmare was about to begin again.