f15 LIT1 Judy Three Word Prompt: Maze, Furious, Hermit
In furious glee, the madman bursts into the room
His beard is dripping ice; his breaths form tiny clouds
His staring eyes dart round the room and soon he'll see
My huddled form, my empty hands; he'll hear the sounds
Of moaning dread that steal from my cold shudd'ring lips
It's only folly, madness, to pretend he won't
Discover me; the hermit's senses are acute
As needles that he uses to sew his lips shut
And so he lets his ears lead him along the tiles
And listens to the echoes that his shears emit
I'm fastened to my spot, a dread has anchored me
And in my mind I hear, "This will not hurt a bit."
That cannot fool me. No, I've been fed lies
Before today; I know now, here comes pain. I rise
Disturbing chairs, I cringe but fear goads me along
The maze of cubicles. He spins. The end is near.
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