Home of fear

Crumbling will

And fear filled thoughts

She found herself caught,

In between a desire

To live in this house she loved,

Or flee in terror at what she felt.

At night she felt the cold waves

Instilling chills within,

Hearing sudden unexpected movements

And unnatural noises,

During the day at home

She felt the eerie touch of creeping hands,

Touching her body

Inappropriately wandering

And squeezing and groping,

And if she resisted she would feel a push into objects,

Or unexplained trips that caused her to fall.

Doctors and psychologists said it was all in her own imagination,

They never listened to her.

On this night however, she decided it was time to leave,

After she felt the walls begin to close in and seethe,

She packed a few things in her room

She walked down stairs in trepidation and left,

And was surprised as the door opened allowing her to go,

She walked, then ran down the road into bright lights

That dazzled her and blinded her,

As her vision cleared she was back at home,

Hands grabbed her pushed her back onto the bed,

Ripped her top off with claw like fingers,

Ripped her jeans down, spun her around

Pressed her head hard into the bed,

Rendering her unable to breathe, suffocating her,

She imagined now her last breath and death

Then a crackly voice whispered in her ear,

That death would be a welcome release from what it had in store,

She felt the claw hands grip her hips nails sinking in,

Felt something penetrate her from behind,

Then pounded her into the bed ferociously and violently,

She screamed and begged for it to stop

But the more she did the more vehemently it went,

She closed her eyes and imagined hard

Of being someplace else,

Hoping the doctors and psychologists were right

As she did she woke up.

It was morning, she was in bed, was it a dream?

She pushed back the covers and saw the claw marks in her hips,

Felt something in her move as her stomach started to swell

Then felt gnarled hands grip her shoulders and they pulled her back,

Heard a crackly voice say daddy’s back

And bitch is about to have daddy’s baby,

Her back arched she felt her legs open

Screaming she felt the baby crawl out,

A twisted ugly demonic monster, hissing and screaming

She closed her eyes, the awoke again.

Once again, everything was ok

She got up and all was fine,

Left the room and entered her living room but it had changed,

Now all she saw was a fiery cavernous cave

Heard the screaming and crying of lost souls,

And a demon on a throne saying
welcome home mummy,

A tiny demon lept up at her

Ripping her top open and feasting on her breast,

The demon on the throne said that daddy and baby needed her,

To satisfy their needs and that her new home now was Hades,

She wailed and screamed as the demons cackled with glee.

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Published by fauxcroft

spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world.

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