Spanning decades, fear’s icy ectoplasm shocks my heart. Destination scene’s known as lucid dream materialises, only the route varies.
Deep within a dwelling, an unobtrusive timber shuttered room. A postern door opens to an unremarkable tree crammed yard. Overgrown spiky, entangled stems, ramble. Daylight barely penetrates the gloom. A sodden carpet of mildewed leaves, twigs and decay smother the ground.
Heady damp earth scent permeates my being as unseen hands claw, scrape, shovel, revealing a petrified hatch.
Dark downward sloping subterranean passage snakes forks, twists. Roughly hewn stone echoes footsteps, breath, rustle of clothing. Stepfather’s flaccid luminescent presence lumbers alongside.
Ever further trudging through the sordid depths. Always aware of being followed, no sight nor sound. At last, cavernous space reveals an ovoid mound. Knowing it’s secret, I turn to leave the cadaver, never will she make thirteen.
If I am not guilty of wrongdoing, why the anxiety of being found out?
Reflecting while writing; perhaps this is the resting place of my innocence and suppressed femininity.
Bored dismissive scrolling. Seditious libel pollutes. Venomous assumptions flash. Searing discontent morphs into Dank depression to distort reality.
Ego aimlessly destructing self In malicious derision. Rank regret rots, Withering to hopelessness. Despair pervades, to numbness.
Listless countenance portrays Unreadable amassed barriers. A carcass weighed down with Stubborn contrition, shame, guilt, Misguided pride; inner derision. Short lived thoughts of rebellion Come to naught.