by Michael   Feb 6, 2018

The atmosphere congealed-
with his silent mood
as we sat at the dining table

my stomach would bloat;
echoing with an emptiness
a familiar void of uncertainty


He would stare with pinpoint accuracy,
piercing my eyes with
dark-sequined pupils;
threading my attention
with a sharp neurotic glint

I could almost smell the
scent of his appetite
as his merciless hunger wafted.

He would take a lemon.

Yes a lemon!..

..tearing away its peel-
as if it were my skin being stripped
then he’d chew on its citrus pieces;
like segments of my flesh,
spitting out the pips, like bones.

My bones.

drooled, down his chin;
as though it was my blood

He would finish.

I waited.

his mouth well oiled-
but remained motionless
knowing he could consume
my fears without moving

his lips.


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  • 11 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Michael! You have done excellently capturing that fear. Felt like I was watching a movie with a terrified child eating with his father. Chilling and captivating at the same time.

    • 11 months ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Mel :)x

  • 11 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    This takes me back in time having dinner with my parents as a child. It was a cold silence him just waiting for me to make a wrong move or say something. Excellent write Michael. All the best and hugs to you

    • 11 months ago

      by Michael

      Spot on Miss Dagmar, and thank you :)x

  • 11 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A chilling piece that conjures up images of oppression. Being held prisoner. The observers discomfort, unease and distain vividly portrayed. The presence of a villain with his prey forced to watch him eat. A captivating chilling piece. Best wishes Milly x

    • 11 months ago

      by Michael

      Very well put Miss Milly, and thank you

      I so enjoy and love other writers and readers perspective :)x

  • 11 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ouch Michael! The deliberate intimidation seeps all through this ... it's chilling! Twisty but fabulous! :-( x

    • 11 months ago

      by Michael

      Indeed Miss Kitty, and thank you lady :)x

  • 11 months ago

    by Hellon

    This was doubt! I almost felt the mafia present (perhaps they were lol!) I was holding my breath for you..hoping you would get out of this situation unharmed.

    Mmm Just a little type I think

    He would take an lemon. 'a'

    I was one the edge of my seat with this one....seriously!

    • 11 months ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Hellon your not far off!
      and well spotted with 'an' :)x

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