Growing Up, Growing Colder

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I feel stiff and stuck and frozen.

The only movement I have that shows any sign of life

is blinking my emotionless eyes

as they stare into the distance

secretly watching the hell in my mind replay itself over and over.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul

today my eyes are deep dark chasms filled with even darker fears of what lies beneath.

I am trying to exist in a world I helped create

and now have no control over.

I feel completely alone,

but I am not.

Just off in the distance I can hear something

breathing…watching.

Something trying to hunt me.

Something that will scare me,

hurt me,

and leave me maimed and broken

…if I survive at all.

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Elisa Ashley (24 Posts)

Elisa writes a personal blog (ElisaAshley.com) in return for Ho-ho's and Banana Colada Fuze, ghostwrites for her daughter Abigail at The Abby Gales (www.abbyrory.blogspot.com) and also played the part of Ginger on Whisk-ers In Kitchens (www.whiskersinkitchens.wordpress.com). She resides in Alabama with her invisible friends and an unending supply of sunscreen and nail polish.