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.