She Wants to Feed

Tears streamed down my face, I didn’t wipe them away. I could still hear the incessant bickering between my parents. Plates broke and glasses shattered. When their furious eyes turned to me, I left. The gloomy woods scratched my skin as I forced myself into it’s frigid embrace. Anywhere was better than home. “He’s your son!” The screech of my step mother echoed amongst the trees. I tripped and fell. My blurred gaze rose, I saw someone. It was her: the girl. The light illuminated her but shadowed me. I wanted some of that light, the light she took from me. “Do you hear him at night? He talks to himself.” I tried to force my step mother’s voice out from my mind but it only grew stronger. I rose. The girl stared at me and blinked slowly. My hand reached out to touch her, to take back what was mine. The chilling air bit at my fingers. “Please,” I begged. “You’re all I have.” The girl smiled. The voice of my step mother maliciously hissed from the foliage beneath our feet. “Schizophrenic.”

– Ermisenda Alvarez

Finally, for the first time, she spoke to me, “You hate her don’t you?!”

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement of fact that she already knew, but I still nodded my agreement.  The girl’s eyes held me transfixed as she approached me.  “Why haven’t you talked to me before now?” I asked, “I’ve tried to talk to you so many times but you would always walk away, taking a piece of me with you as you left.  So why now?”

She seemed to almost be glowing as she neared me.  I felt a mixture of awe and fear course through my veins.  “I was waiting for just the right time, when I knew you were ready.”  Then she smiled again.  This time it was more of a sneer than a smile and it chilled me to the bone.

Alarm bells began ringing in my head and I heard a voice saying, “Run, run away now while you still can!  Don’t think about it, just do it!!”

I shook my head as though shaking the water from my ears after a shower.  I was trying my best to rid myself of that voice ’cause I wanted to talk to the girl, I needed to.  Everything within me was poised to escape except my will and it was forcing me to stand still.

She was standing right in front of me now and I could smell the scent of what seemed like baby powder.  I liked it, whatever it was.  As she began to reach for my cheek, I heard a scream in my ear, “DON’T LET HER touch you or you will be lost forever in her spell!!  She wants to feed on your hatred!”


Teresa Marie   11/12/11


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5 thoughts on “She Wants to Feed

  1. Your poems are really good, Terri, and I’m amazed at how quickly you put them together and all that, but I’m glad you chose prose for this. It surprised me because I thought at first that she was going to be the other voice in the head of a schizophrenic, but then she was some kind of wraith and the step-mother just didn’t see her before. Good job!

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