Jut Jot It January: I won’t get out of here.

Help they are coming

Sliding  down  the walls, creeping  across  the  floor

Seeping in through the windows sticking  to the sills

Emerging  through  the  floorboards peeking in at  the door

Smelling  quite  unholy, ever  urging draging out  all ills.


There is  no  escape  for  me I  am truly  trapped

By  this  evil  creeping, slimy monster

It’s opened up my inner fears  and has  my life’s blood tapped.

I must not  alert the others. Don’t want cause a stir.


Now  it’s  making  noises,  winding up to a scream

I don’t  want  the others to hear  them,  that  would’nt be right.

They are  becoming louder,  spinning like a dream.

Closer  and closer  they come, will I survive  the night.


Louder  and louder  their  screams  begin to rise

They  are  filling the space in my head, I cannot  breathe.

Smell is eating up  my  nose  and here come the flies

They  have shut the door and locked it, now I shall never  leave.

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul
    Jan 29, 2015 @ 07:15:55

    A fine memorial Willow.


    • willowdot21
      Jan 29, 2015 @ 08:47:27

      Thanks but to what….. 😉


      • Paul
        Jan 29, 2015 @ 13:17:40

        ha! Sorry Willow. ha! i’m having a tussle with my computer and I got your home page when I pulled up the post. I read the Holocast post, then realized comments were’t there and clicked on comments. But I clicked on the wrong post. the comments for this post came up, but as you can see I was the first one here and i didn’t bother to scroll up to see the post, just left the comment without realizing it was on the wrong post. Ha! i just went over and left the memorialcomment on the Holocast post. Sorry!

        This post acually seems to be in the same tone – an extention of the Holocast post written in the first person. Well written and very dark.

      • willowdot21
        Jan 29, 2015 @ 13:40:32

        I guessed that might be it. No worries, the newer post was about the feelings of someone caught in the throws of madness. Actually like you when I re-read the poem I also saw the similarity. When you think the horror is similar. Maybe I was so deeply affected by the terrible things I researched and learnt that it was still pouring out. Thank you as always for your honesty. Xx

  2. socialbridge
    Jan 29, 2015 @ 20:28:48

    Scary stuff!


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