RDP Friday: Voiceless

 

We were standing, face to face, noses touching at the top of the attic stairs.

 

He could have pushed me down, I could have pushed him to the side and we both could

have been on our way, two determined souls who just wanted to get back to our rooms

where would would be safe and warm

instead standing in an empty windowless hall

whith a chill eating away at our bones.

 

I stood as quiet and as still as one of the cemetery angels

at the end of the driveway outside

and he stood as unmoving as one of the corpses in a box

guarded in all of it’s darkness,  deep underground

by a cemetery angel at the end of driveway outside.