The attic smells moist and moldy
A result of forgotten memories
heaped in messy, dusty piles
Her grandmother's cloak furbished from an old blanket
in a vague taupe color and auburn stripes, still wears
the scent of her grandmother's perfume
Falling dusk muddles her view, as she turns on the switch
The archaic attic light flickers and dies hastily
Unseen faces in the dark, a glimmer of
drooling muzzles stare at her with eyes of evil
She crawls backward trying to find her way into
the safest area of the cottage
She grabs something moist and viscous
The sudden scent of squalid rust fills the atmosphere
The little flashlight shows Bella, her once beloved doll, in the dim light
Her bloodcurdling scream rendered silent as she sees it
Scarlet tears are dripping out of Bella's eyes!
A horrified panic paralyzes her, a vertigo attack.
Feeble knees, she has to sit down as she gasps for air
She cuts her finger on something sharp.
Shards of an old jar, near her bleeding Bella
The broken jar still contains the residue of some soggy, sanguine
substance, as she reads the handwritten label:
'Granny's homemade pomegranate syrup'
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website. She has been published in somel online Poetry Review Magazines with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet's Group anthology 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses'.