There are noises in the basement
I can feel an empty stare
If I wasn't all alone
I probably wouldn't care
But I am alone and there's a knot in my chest I heard a small shriek, while making my soup
I chalked it up to roadside sounds,
a mere fluke
But then I felt a chill, crawling up my arm
As if icy fingers had wrapped around me
And my body raised an alarm
I hurried to the living room slightly out of breath
I glance to the kitchen door
Watching for an omen of death
I turn my TV up to 100%
Maybe I can drown out
The opinions of the hell-sent
I watch and I wait...
They watch me as I wait...
© NorMel