Hymn

Hymn

A Story by Baphomae

I crept in a dwelling that was not of my own; but was of my own.
Smoldering decay with paint that peeled from its walls; floor made of disgust and vomit inducing sights. 
I changed nothing at all, even in its filth; down to the scattering of the window glasses clashing the floor. 
partial to nulled furniture pieces unmoved - not touched.

____

I lived solitarily, this heap of housing, but was caught, noises from an underneath on the occasion. 
An undying fear, essence that came from the basement entrance; refusal of  even daring. 
Aghast-ed  to stand at the top of its staircase, 
The anxiety came intentionally; a source that wanted me kept from its domain. 
To avoid discomposure between what lied there to myself, I placed a deteriorating dresser before its doorway.  

____

I returned soon after to the wonderment that it had been moved, from the entrance, to its original gathering. 
The pressure of fret has gone and the first step of the stair taken downward. 

____

He stood at 7 feet tall, and large in build; husk and bore great mass. 
Peeked around the curvature of the stair case, I hid with all silence and hardly a breath; 
to pray, to be concealed. 
He fashioned himself at a high workbench with objects of mechanics sprawled about it, 
his back at my front, six feet from my positioning. 
Seemingly appeared unaware of my being present; he continued to work, I continued observance. 

____

He wore a putridly stained shirt, originally of white, and the curiosity of bleach trying to remove its stains; 
smeared, the scum. Pants of black, with a sort of strap around the back of his dome. 
Slight curvature about his back, without an exaggerated deformity. 
The farthest of right there was, a bed that looked of medical use, straps had been cut vigorously
and sheets of shreds; where he sleeps.  
Glaring back to view him, this creature of size, to realize I've been caught. 
He noted me from a side view, without a straight perception, and 
had not acted aggressively, but rather, invitingly to observe closer, his project of work. 

____

I tried to dare; become a bold. 
Back away instead through realization of its malevolent chances. 
Knew too well not to glare the backside in his presence, and collected myself up the stairs revertible.
In reaching the third stair upward, I caught the shadow lurking nearer and the heart pounded. 
Fearful of running, paralyzing to not; 

____

Hearing the sound of a ruffling, and seeing a hand being withdrawn from around the bend of the stairs
laying at the bottom, a piece of paper; 
I am still here".  

© 2013 Baphomae


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