Scratching? ? ? I open my eyes. More scratching.
I stand.
I see a hand scratching a wall.
A voice says, 'Can you hear that'? 'He can't
hear it'! Scratching.
The hand scratches the wall again.
The voice screams out 'Charlie'.
Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
the hand.
There's a bright light.
I open my eyes and hear scratching again.
Scratching? ? ? I see a hand above me scratching the ceiling.
A voice says, 'Can you hear that'? 'He can't
hear it'! Scratching.
The hand scratches the ceiling again.
The voice screams out 'Jenny'.
Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
the hand.
There's a bright light.
Scratching? ? ? I open my eyes. More scratching!
I can't stand.
I see my hand scratching my torso.
I hear my voice saying, 'Can you hear that'?
'He can't hear it'! Scratching.
My hand scratches my torso again.
My voice screams out 'Help me'!
Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
my hand. I scratch until I am unconscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem