INTRUDERS
A rustle reaches my ears
It's nighttime
It's late
Morsi is asleep beside me
Who could be here at this hour?
Again, I hear it
A shiver runs down my spine
ThereIn the kitchenI hear it again
Morsi stands erect,
Hissing
At our intruder
POKER
I have the poker
Ready in my hand
My only defense
Is the poker
What am I?
Using a poker
To defend myself
JAM
I creep
Like a spider
Silent
Into the kitchen
To find a boy
Sitting
On my floor
Eating a jar of jam
Staring up at me
Shocked
With the brightest green eyes
Staring through my soul
His hair
Sits on his head
Like one of Morsi's
Furballs
My eyes wander
To the hole in his coat
And the fabric star
On the floor
Next to him
FILTHY JEW
A Jew
Dirty Jew
Filthy scum
Jew
The voices
Fill my head
But my eyes soften
And I look down to the boy
I have more, you know
Again, he stares
What?
Food. And you can bathe
He watches
As I pick up
His star
And drop it
Into the fire
Watching as the flames
Illuminate his identity
YOU ARE READING
Burning Stars (A story by @Ineedmorethings)
Historical FictionA woman lets a Jew hide with her for a few days, and over the course of that week, she begins to trust him and they grow closer as she realizes how complex society really is. This story was originally created by @Ineedmorethings so full credit to th...
