The last thing I remember is meeting my old friends in this creepy cottage.
We all drank wine and spoke highly of ourselves while downing pottage.
One moment the last guest arrives, the next moment we’re all long gone.
I feel my body lying on some cold dirt, all I want is to reach my telephone.
There’s grunting, there’s digging, there’s the fact that I can’t move fast.
My legs are stale and my shoulders are numb. Is this feeling going to last?
As they bury another lifeless form, the drug starts exiting my system.
Maybe it’s just the rush but I get up, the night is clear, stars and crystals.
The kneecaps are barely cooperating but I have to get out of sight.
I move as quickly as my frozen limbs can take me, it’s fight-or-flight.
No one seems to be chasing me for a while until they finally notice.
There’s a highway not that far so I pull through it, the pain feels bogus.
As my shaky feet touch the surface of the road, I fall apart there and then.
One car stops after another but those who chased me hold their breaths
And count to ten.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 