The Top of the Stairs
Spiraling into misty dark
twisting invitation to rise above
what awaits at the top of the stairs
wispy sighs slinky down on steps
one . . .
and more
confining moldy walls press
closer
little explosions of panic
skitter across her mind
even as
her quivering hand reaches for the stair rail
and one foot
steps up and up . . .
as she tries to resist
a push from behind quickens her pace
even as
she drags her toes
over the steps
her mind fogs with panic
goes away
her feet move of their own will
upward
toward the sighs coming
to meet one step more . . .
another insistent bump from behind
and she trips, falls on both knees
bloody
even as
she stands and runs
upward
twisting stairs
blindly insane with terror
malevolence tugs tugs
pulls
labors
even as
she spirals upward
closer
sighs ever more audible
musical
inviting
it comes . . . . it comes
even so
an immense power snatches her
yanks her
swipes her ~
enfolds her.
~~
embraces her
calms her
loves her
she opens her eyes
and sees below . . .
There.
hell bound
it screeches
burning in its own evil
as she flies cradled in the wings
of an angel
from the top of the stairs
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