Michael Walters

Wind from above blew me to my knees. Hallowed ground. #10wordspoet hallowed

A little too much red wine. I really should have known better. But this crowd really loved their pinot, and I needed it to tolerate their vapid vanities that passed for conversation. I don't even know why they invited me. Or why I came. I did know I needed some air. So, I slipped out the back door, unnoticed. I was not the only one deep in the bottle. It had been raining, and the ground was damp. Wind whipped around and knocked water from the branches. I started walking away from the house. That's when I fell. I don't know how I fell, but I fell. Flat on my face on the wet earth. I struggled to get up, but I couldn't see where to put my hands. I was crawling in the dark like an animal. There was something on my face. I opened my mouth to yell. Whatever it was rolled inside. That's when I swallowed. An irrational wave of panic rolled over me. Finally, I forced myself to stand. Turning in a circle, I could see a kitchen light. I rushed toward their house, composed myself, made my departing pleasantries and sped home. Finally, in the hopeful solitude of my own four walls, I found my bed, and told myself that was the end of that. The mercy of sleep did not last long. Whatever had been on the outside that I had so foolishly swallowed was now on the inside. Only now, it was not one; it was many. It was crawling, crawling, crawling through me, devouring me from within. #WedsStory Spiders #songtitleprompt Crawling In The Dark #soulseedslove hopeful solitude #Vibes_gothicvss On The Inside