26 steps

as a 14 year old girl in the 7th grade

I was terrified of footsteps.

I could always hear HIS feet walking toward my room, 26 steps to be exact.

One foot after another, one foot after another, one foot after another.

along with his footsteps my heartbeat would speed.

I could always hear the the door opening. the silence never seemed so loud.

I could always hear the blanking of his eyes and the air between us and those 26 steps.

With those 26 steps I would bleed.

With those 26 footsteps I received a seed

and if my mom was ever there she could hear my cries

my misery

My pain.

I always tried to hide but

It seemed like no matter what those 26 Footsteps would make it to my room.

Those 26 Footsteps are the same reason why I don’t trust.

The pain still lives on, even w/o the 26 steps .

Tonight the door creeped open, and I begin to count,1234567891011121314151617181920212223242526

My door open and instantly my feet elevated and my neck hung . I was gone and I no longer had to be afraid of those 26 steps