By Nezere Parkin

The rain is beating against the window pane

So much force

My heart is racing as I receive another blow to my face,

my stomach,

my chest

thundering down on me just like the rain to the ground

both relentless, as if they’re competing with one another

The sound of the rain is weakening and so is he… now I’m sprawled across the floor; unable to move.

Left in the dark like a forgotten children’s doll

The pain is unbearable

There’s a spider in the corner of the room

She’s spinning her web

Making a home

This is her safe place,

She will be ok here

I think it’s finally stopped raining

A new light shines through the window and onto her web; she is resting

At least one of us will survive tonight


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