Fear

 

Who could help?

A clench of anger delivered to my chest.

A glimpse of his person breezes,

Past the unseen barrier between our worlds.

 

Did he notice?
Were his eyes glazed with fear,

Against the heat of an argument?

 

My head seeps a liquid I no longer know.

Through my haze, a mumbled cheer,

For the beast.

 

On my face a liquid less sticky than before,

Lighter in colour, not as pungent;

Leaving tracks from my unseeing sockets,

What had I done?

 

Suddenly,

An ease of pressure from the scruff.

There he stood.

A wave of fear washed over the criminals,

Backing off like dogs facing the long corridor.

 

Clamps under my frail stems,

Rise me to a rush of new pains.

Whop had aided my plight? I turn,

A blurred picture of him and I escape,

For a small time into his world.

 

Why had he crossed the barrier?

Simple, my world was new, young, fresh.

Not ready for this tarnish,

It would never be.

 

By Becky Clemett - 10^th March 1997