Sta.sh
uses the eraser three times, not getting it down, not understanding
--he will be there tonight -- I know you don't want to hear
write a story about menace she thought -- her task not healthy
it was hard to describe her life, her best friend not knowing
-- the fear will make you sick -- Quick turn away, leave the little girl alone
her mum not understanding, the sister she must protect, silent
hiding, waiting, running away, she huddled closer to her pen
-- trapped with him, his face will distort your memories -- Am I making you uncomfortable?
erasing more and more lines, it was the fear that got to her
but she must be strong, keep him away, while writing slowly about nothing
-- there is no escape, even if you try -- You cannot hear this, you say
and with the pen, she stopped, emotionless -- her pen down, shoulders hunched
she had nothing to write about, but rainbows and dancing in the sun
-- no one will believe you, to run you will just be returned - Well just stop reading
the menace had been that good, that precise
that even a little girl felt trapped -- when writing alone
he scared her to a point where it was easier to forget
and erase the page
the menace that is at every turn,
and leaves her chasing butterflies, in the fields
It's an intriguing form, in its own way.