Watching
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 15, 2021
everything else has stopped
There is nothing but the slightest sound
outside
just outside
All the waiting is for that
I don’t move from my position
I can see it all from here, and
I am the protector
If I move or leave, she gets killed
I’m 13 and time has stopped
except for the sounds,
every little sound that says
he’s back, and he’s come to hurt us
I don’t think about me for some reason
Yes, he’ll hurt me, too, but I’m not
afraid for that. Numb. Nothing can
hurt me
But the sound...every little
sound causes me to jump as if
I’ve been stabbed with electricity
I’m alive, but only in my eyes
and ears
I don’t think I’m breathing
Watch the road. He’ll come in the car
and that will be it. I have to watch...
I hid the shotgun close by
I’ll get it again, he won’t do his animal,
unthinking nature
Not while I live
Not while I watch
I was 13...
a part of me
is still watching
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