Submissions by bruceabailey

Every night at this time,
It begins the same.
A slithering dread
Passes through me,
Chilling me, draining me of my reserve,
Pressing me against a thick, cold, marble slab.
Yet, no slab I see.
And, nearer to me, it comes.
Conviction having yielded to futility,
It is already upon me.
Time begins advancing slower, and even more slowly,
Prolonging the unstoppable agony.
It peers around, looking for more of my secrets,
But it has them all.
I am just a gnat.
And, the hour is here.

And, as hands pass by hands, ...