…owned forevermore
Suddenly
the wind changes
and the shadows lengthen
the air is heavy
with the scent of jasmine
a conscious thought
drifts in upon a cool breeze
‘I am not alone’
in the moment
my stomach twists
like ivy climbing a wall
a trapped bird in a cage
my heart races
my skin prickles
in that way it does
when your senses tell you
‘I am not alone’
I hear footsteps
soft and hesitant
rustling leaves and twigs
something brushes my cheek
cold as ice, yet soft as silk
a breath, upon on my neck
gentle, yet menacing
‘I am not alone’
fingers brush my hair
tangling in the strands
pulling, tugging
words echoing in my mind
whispers and secrets
promises and lies
begging for attention
‘I am not alone’
the room is silent
but I feel his cold presence
I know that he hunts me
the collector of souls
he is watching, waiting
for me to surrender
I feel his ghostly touch
‘I am not alone’
he covets my soul
he craves my thoughts
and I am lost to him
captured by his darkness
my resistance is futile
for no-one can hear
drowning in my descent
I am lost in his possession
owned forevermore
‘I am not alone’
© Ann Bagnall
