~`My Island shield~` (Prose)
Last night in my umbilicus island
Right after the light has turned off.
So abrupt, this noise came from the thin wall.
The television went on and off by itself.
My heart flushed and palpitated with the tadap, tadap rhythms.
My eyes dilated like a thousand centimeters; rolling around the room
like spies looking for threatens clues.
In the dark it felt as if dark skies took over my territory.
I saw little white flashes of light throughout the room.
Or, perhaps just my imagination,
The old rocking chair moved a bit to the left.
I hid my face in my hands.
From head to toe under the ivory sheet,
I curled up my knees closer to my chest.
To the point, my bones cracked.
I couldn't make sense of it all,
from distance; I could see a shadow roaming across the room.
On the same awkward moment, I could smell a phantom perfume.
For so long I used not to sleep alone in bed.
So last night in my island bed
Fear has paralyzed my entire body axis.
As I heard the rooster crowed.
A psychological safety net
beliefs of Islanders
‘My island shield’
I then felt safe,
and slept until aurora set the next day.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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