Thump Thump

The sound of boots on the floor

He never knocks, just opens my door

I whisper a silent prayer

That he doesn’t know I’m there

Hope he turns back around

Then heads

down the stairs

Tap Tap

The sound of his fist against wood

Beckoning me out, he believes I should

Believes I should be at his every beck and call

Thankful I’m not where he thinks I am, at all

My clock across the room strikes eight

The light from the neon red flashes and glows

Illuminating where i know he wants me to go

Bang Bang

The sound of my closet opening and shutting

Thump Thump

The sound of his footsteps shuffling

Sara Sara

The sound of my name through gritted teeth

Ring Ring

The sound of blood rushing through my ears

He kneels on the floor once he’s near

To the space I thought was clear

Where I believed he couldn’t hear

Through the dark I finally see his face

I’ll have to find a new hiding place