She sleeps fitfully on her temporary bed
Clothes strewn by her incase she needs to exit quickly
Close by all she needs to run
Early sunlight through the bubbled glass door dapple the hallway
A shadow appears blocking the rays
Early morning thoughts register nothing much of use
Mind begging for a little more oblivion from this world
The dreams are far less fraught with danger
She feels breath warm and unrecognised on her face
Eyes flutter open to see a blurred vision
A youth Unknown with black curls and finger raised in warning
Ssssssshhhhhhhhh he whispers as if to still a child to slumber
Another voice telling her ignore, see nothing
Her heart slams as she yells angrily NO
Do not quiet me in my home, she growls
Run now you piece of …..RUN
His eyes widen taken aback by the woman giving chase
Unaware even that she is naked
Intent only on seeing his end if she catches him now
He takes flight through house, garden and over a fence
A primal scream echoing behind him
She has lost fear and any conscious thought of danger
Growling through gritted teeth a war chant
Her infant her only thought after he is gone
Fear now, hands clench and unclench
Images play in her head of what she may witness
Her child is sitting up in bed, gurgling happily.
She cannot believe it was she who acted earlier
Though her head tells her
You would do it again.
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016
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