Crawl Space by Quintessence


It’s dark in here

inside this place

damp and cold

there’s a musty smell

a cold dark corner in the house of hell.


Spiders are in here with me

I guess I should be afraid

but I’m not, not in here.

This is my place

away from him

I hide here

when he’s around

he can’t find me

I can’t be found

not any more

since I opened the door

and crawled inside

my place to hide.


I’ll bruise no more

I’ll not get sore

at the hands of that man

and his sunken-faced whore.

This is my cavern

my safety zone

I’m safe in here

although I’m alone.


When the time is right

I’ll sneak out of here

run off in the night

They’ll  never find me again

like the did way back then

when they took me

when space wasn’t here

for now

it’s my small space

my crawl space.



Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015


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