"In a dark closet under the stairs" - Poem for Week 7 (Theme: Horror)

"In a dark closet under the stairs"

A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead
As my trembling hand grips the bloody knife.

I sit motionless, grabbing my knees
In the depth of a dark closet
I do not recognize.
My memory
Blank.

He is coming for me,
I know it.
And I sit,
patiently waiting,
replaying my life
in memories like chapters
as though through someone else's eyes.

Looking down I notice
Blood covers my shirt
each droplet rolls off my face,
and falls at my feet
the floor like an audible drum
again the overwhelming silence
inside the closet doors. 

In the distance I hear the metal sink
it's tap echoing droplets of water
against the gathering blood drops at my feet.
and the ticking of a distant clock.
tick, drip, tock, drip,
A pattern so rhythmic
the only way I keep time.
I have no idea how long I've been here.

I turn my head to get a better view
examining beyond my hiding place
through the crack of these slightly shut doors

With my peering eye focused,
I see him.
His eyes dart for me
searching for movement,
listening for my breath,
but I remain paralyzed in place
until finally
our eyes meet.

Suddently,
I awake.
In panic replaced by a wall of relief
from what I though
Was a nightmare.

But once again I look down
and I realize...
I am still covered in blood
in a dark closet under the stairs.