Under attack

free verse

unconscious daisies. I took the picture

The first, you survived,
taking shelter in a
church.
You found comfort.
The fifth you regressed,
prowling through
the inhospitable lands of your thoughts.
The umpteenth, you discovered yourself bending over a notebook
writing
THE LIST.
The list of your wardrobe, by category.
But your closet is far away
700 kilometres from you
in a place where you do not belong anymore.
An imaginative effort
to come back breathe again
To think that one minute before you were about to die,
with claws embedded in the throat
thanks to a blind and unaware beast
To think one minute ago your body was on the alert.
Too long
the neon sign was thundering with bad words.
Here you are, then.
This time, an absent closet saved you.