Untwisting

I fell through a crack,
a space-between,

I slipped ‘neath the layers,
and found the seam.

I untwisted the knot,
and bit the thread.

I tore back the stitching
with a jerk
of
my
head.

…and there be monsters here.

They lurk between silhouettes,
those undying,
lonely shades,
shuffling,
chin-against-chest,
through the dark place.

The monsters curl their claws
into bleeding fists
and scream into
the ears
of the loneliest.

Whip-stitch it quickly,
leave this place,
lest the horrors

see me

and recognize the face
of an old shade,
newly-escaped,
and verging

on the blackest tears.

© CG Tenpenny, 2021.