Don’t Let Them In
written by: Emma L Flint
@LiterateElf
Gentle rapping,
A knock at the door,
At such a late hour,
Whatever for?
Nervous hands tied in knots,
Reach,
Grasp and open,
Yet no one stands there,
The entry an uneasy opening.
Dread trickles down your skin,
Along your brow,
Tacky skin.
There was definitely a knock,
A defiant roar,
So where is the person who called?
A shake of the head,
What an annoying situation,
Turn on your heels,
Slam the door in frustration.
Then you stop,
Your body flushed with fear,
Lashes quickly stained with tears.
What a soulless face,
White as a sheet,
Out of place,
It shuffles its feet.
You can’t run,
Nor can you hide,
It’s seen you,
Knows your name,
Forever destined to remain.
Emma is an emerging UK based poet, who has spent the last six years working as a full time writer. Her work is comprised of both fiction and non-fiction content, with some of her recent work having been published in DIVA Magazine and on MookyChick. Having spent years penning immersive stories across a wide range of genres, Emma decided to explore another avenue of creativity in the form of poetry; her hope is to eventually publish an anthology of her poems.
Latest posts by Emma L Flint (see all)
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- Don’t Let Them In - December 6, 2020
