“Step on a crack, break your mothers back” they sang to me,
Their voices loud and sickly.
Hopping from one shattered slab to another.
Twisting and turning just so.
In this nightmarish playground, twisted and upside-down.
I watch as they contort into fluid movements
All the while bent, I, bent double, feel something clawing at my back.
They try to distract me back flipping to where I am,
To watch me in my pain maybe?
But it isn’t enough, the scraping goes stronger.
Feels like it is within me.
Tearing me apart from the inside,
Then;
Pulled backwards; arms flailing; into the abyss.
And above the game goes on before,
“Step on a line, you break your mother’s spine”
Their tinkling laugh mocking me in the darkness.
Kayt
23\24 April 10 12.17 am
