The Great Equalizer
Posted: Friday, January 29, 2010
by Ella Camp
I've seen you- lurking round the dark distant corners of time, the stealthy staccato of your footsteps drawing ever closer to my ear.
Turning away- I am unwilling to behold the familiar features of your face.
Your greed astounds me! Never sated, ever yawning jaws grinning in mockery of my fear.
I know you- for I have watched you many times draw close- to breathe your foul and searing breath upon my soul.
Your measurement of time is not like unto mine, for it doesn't exist.
My boundaries have no meaning in your world. My closed eyes will not cease your existence.
You grapple with life for the prize of my soul- yet defeat creases your brow.
I anticipate your fated knock upon my door- knock softly- be not in haste- for I am yet unready to take your hand.
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Top-level comments on this article: (9 total)good one. suspensful, scary. I could feel the creeping darkness. thanks Ella
Powerful piece Ella - great description, you took the reader into the suspence - hope you aren't ever ready....
Are you referring to the Angel of Death? Death is coming to take away your soul but you aren't ready to go yet, and you are fighting to cling to life.Very interesting. I would love to know what is this mysterious visitor you are referring to.The title names the stalker- and you seem to already know. It is the one who stalks us all. I'm telling you how well I know him.
Out of the night that covers you, black as the pit from pole to pole, you thank whatever gods there be for your unconquerable soul...beyond this place of wrath and tears, lies BUT THE HORROR OF THE SHADE -- and yet the menace of the years finds, and shall find you unafraid...Right? Good article. The existential reality lives with us everyday and we feel its breath upon our shoulders more each day.
Hey Ella:"Stealthy staccato", great alliteration. "Robbed my spirit of its innocence, a sexual component. You have hit all the notes, a damsel in distress, fear, loathing, dread, a great battle. Your lack of naming your nemesis ( a little alliteration of my own) leaves it to our imagination, is it Satan or a werewolf?A nice little creative writing exercise. Keep it up.As I said above- the title names the stalker. "Little creative writing exercise?" I've been exercising for many years- you'd think I'd be in good shape by now. Thanks for reading this- I'd like for you to re-read it once you identify the stalker. And read above comment and response please.- See ya later-- Always--EllaP.S. The lose of my spirit's innocence was the lose of my innocent naive wonder at the world, and life. Can you tell me what this writing is saying?
I thought it was good Mom! Unfortunatly, I relate to it very well!Thank You baby- I know- I know.
Ella! You've found your "self"!
Reader's Club and I get to see this again - I think it was a really good piece powerfully written!
The bastard! I can feel this intuitively but cannot give it a name. It could be temptation maybe?This is prose, start a collection; you are going from strength to strength.Such inspiration and powerful creativity tells me you are awakening from your slumber in the third dimension.Ask for assistance for the Angels and look out for feathers or coins left out in unexpected places and see if you can feel a soft brushing across your cheek,Well done, this is your best yet. I may get to prefer you to T.S Elliott.carol xYour comments stroke my ego- naturally, I enjoy this- Thank You so much!
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