The Corner

It was very very dark
when I awoke and sat
jolt upright in my bed.
Three a.m. The clock said.

It was very very quiet
the clock ticked
the clock ticked?
That's when I realized
things were
Different.

I had been here before
times too many to mention.
The cold slick veil
its cruel ascension.

The clock ticks
longer and louder.
Becoming time's mist
seeping into me.

I look into the corner..
the night makes me.
It is dark
and I am scared
and the corner takes me.

I turn toward my love..
I don’t want to go
so
move to wake her.

She giggles
her eyes flat shine cunning
and whispers my name
S..t..e..v..e..n.

I am in the corner
and I can't get out
and everything I have ever
been afraid of
is in there with me.

I piss myself
I cannot scream
I cannot cry.
A woman starts to sing.
A lullaby.

Deep in the corner
I touch the guilt
feel it's cataract skull
it's miserable useless importance.

The frog-eyed stare of
naked shame
with it's strange comfort.

My Nana (long dead)
smiles
and shakes her head.
And asks
'Is the night?'

I struggle now more fiercely

but the corner is too tight.

Seven times I wake up
treading through lead.
The night a breathless blur
of back-minded monsters
of dead things living
of living things dead.

And so I wake
one more time.
I sit jolt upright
and I shake
sweating
Tasting blood
were I had bit my lip.

No clock-ticked mist
runs though me.
No monsters.
Just the faint breath of shame.
I turn to my love once again.

And although it is very very dark
Although her back is turned towards me
I know
She is grinning and quite insane.

There is no way out
at the bottom of the hole.
In the dark doubting corner
of my own sweet soul.

26th June 2013
Finished over three days. My first stab at 'Horror'