Wyeth Paining - Christina's World (Published March 14, 2021)

That evil house I am hiding. I am hiding from those people. I spent so much time in that house, that dark old place. If I stay low nobody will see me. The other people there, they scared me. But they were not near as bad as the staff. If I stay low on the ground nobody will see me. Once it turns dark, I should be able to leave. I am on the lookout. I do not see anybody. Hopefully, I am safe from those evil people. Those people tortured me every day I was there. I stole this dress from a closet. I do not know to who it belonged. I had to get out of those smocks they had me dressed in. Do you see that little house behind the big house? That is where they would take me. It had such an awful smell and was so dark, without a window and without light. Sometimes I would have to sleep in there, once for several days. That only made me worse. I would have those nightmares of water filling the room and choking as the water-filled my lungs. This field is wet, and this dress is getting drenched. If only darkness would come so I can flee. I am looking at the house to the left of the big house. That is where the staff live. Mr. Wall is particularly evil. I have not seen him come out of the house since dinner so no one must notice that I am missing. In his loudest voice he would grab me with his large hands, his blood vessels protruding. If only I could strangle him Yes, I know I killed somebody. It was because of those dreams those awful dreams. If I need to kill again, I will. I am not going back to that place, just not, just not. These terrible dreams are still in my head after all these years. Will they ever end? Please turn dark.





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