Repression

Repression

she gazes to her left

her first sight is all sky

an angered filled grey

patches of blue in its shadow

shifting into a seated position

outlines of mountains appear

a vibrant scene cascading the ocean below

water lapping its way forward

an unseen force pulling it from behind

sounds of purity drifting in from the window

she stands

back cracking

limbs in misery

feet howling for relief

she shuffles to the window

stopping one foot prior

her lower half remains planted

her upper half bows forward

chasing after hints of life

her pain surging

this her only solace from the torture yet to come

the purity of the abyss below

almost bleaching her distress

the chains fan out behind her

cuffs biting into her skin

the persistent swelling

footsteps climb the stairs behind the splintered wooden door       

floorboards vibrating

the key turns the knob

unlatching his anger

spilling from his solid expression

he yanks

drags her back

removing another link

further spraining her reach

the calm is dissolved

just in time to create another grotesque secret

Pamela Gold 2/2016