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The silence begged me to say by its dim bedside for a moment more.
With its last gurgling breaths, the manor started rotting from the core.
Dirty floors oozed orange and brown puss in the decorated rooms,
The stench was strong enough for the nearby trees to reverse all bloom.
The sounds of the street chimed in like roaring lions looking for prey,
And I could have chosen to fight – but instead I hid my body in the hay.
I watched them devour people, I tasted the blood they volunteered.
The noise grew too loud, so we abandoned those we held dear.
At night I sneaked through the halls, looking for the place silence died.
I thought I remembered the chamber, however, it leaked lullabies.
My thoughts whirled like dust in the wind as I slowly took a step back.
The music came in from every corner, it painted my vision black.
When I finally came to, I could not open my eyes or escape the trap.
My hands were tied behind my back, and a white cat sat in my lap.
Two gargoyles guarded the entrance, stoically holding me hostage.
They knew as well as I did, these captors are cruel to impostors.
For the next five hours I blurred the line between sleep and awareness.
Whenever I woke up, I lost the feeling that I could be fearless.
I heard those villains laughing at me through the chamber walls,
And the sound of their raspy voices made my every emotion small.
When they finally came for me, the manor chose to keep its silence.
It burned down by my side, crumbling under the pressure of tyrants.
They poked out my eyes and cut out my teeth with dull and rusty blades.
As the empty eye sockets leaked crimson, all my fears started to fade.
I dreamed about silence, I prayed for tranquility, just a moment more.
With my last quiet breaths, the sun washed away the horror and gore.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 