Holding

Sat in a corner

as a dark empty

figure grabs you

by the head and 

wispers sweet

nothings in

your ear

beliving every word

he says

he puts you 

in your place.

In your corner.

In your head.

Everyone had

gone but him.

He had taken 

everything

out your 

brain and 

through your

ear but a

fire remained

too hot to

touch.

Vanish, he went

as Fire walked in.

She held you

and you

held on.