the sound had an eerie finality to it
she wouldn’t make it out of there
plop and no ripples
this nightmare is driving me insane
those eyes would never cease to haunt me
the silent plea for help
ignored in the heat of the moment
all for the prize of a mean name tag
and now what
sweats pouring down my back in the winter
looking behind me at every instance
heart banging threatening to desert our space
feet restless, lips dry and screams only I can hear
she torments me so
I must confess and suffer my hell
it would be a much better hell than this
I should have spoken up
now, hell is paradise
©Amaka Paul 2016
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