Trigger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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Trigger

 

I am a constellation of scars

Not uncharted

My Galileo drew my shape and guarded my name.

He put my fallen and broken satellites in a little black box

Where it sits on a shelf in a closet somewhere.

 

The dying light of day fades slowly,

And a knock comes at the door

A nightmare most unholy

The skeleton in that closet, forgotten before.

 

His fingers creep under the crack

Horrified, I take a step back

"REMEMBER ME?" he cries

I stammer denials, weak lies.

 

Nowhere to run, the door shakes

My composure buckles and my voice quakes

I had defeated this ugly thing once already

But my hands would not steady

 

His words I muffle by force of will

Though what comes through gives me a deep chill.

I shiver violently and cover my ears,

But now I have nothing to wipe the tears

 

Suddenly, it crescendos to a roar

I fall on my knees, palms to the floor.

My breath comes short and the room spins

The skeleton steps out of the closet and grins.

 

Morbid by nature, that sadistic smile

Frozen forever in place, considers me for a while

Those crazy eyes drill deep into my soul

I will never feel whole

 

They reflect a constellation of scars

All for putting him behind bars

I was never worthless enough to satisfy

He reaches for me, no doubt to justify

 

I become paralyzed; trapped by fears

Suddenly a gentle hand on my cheek appears

I open my eyes to green ones

My Galileo's shine like tiny suns.

 


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