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
