Scratching Poem by Jeremy Horsford

Scratching? ? ? I open my eyes. More scratching.
I stand.

I see a hand scratching a wall.

A voice says, 'Can you hear that'? 'He can't
hear it'! Scratching.

The hand scratches the wall again.

The voice screams out 'Charlie'.

Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
the hand.

There's a bright light.

I open my eyes and hear scratching again.

Scratching? ? ? I see a hand above me scratching the ceiling.

A voice says, 'Can you hear that'? 'He can't
hear it'! Scratching.

The hand scratches the ceiling again.

The voice screams out 'Jenny'.

Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
the hand.

There's a bright light.

Scratching? ? ? I open my eyes. More scratching!
I can't stand.

I see my hand scratching my torso.

I hear my voice saying, 'Can you hear that'?
'He can't hear it'! Scratching.

My hand scratches my torso again.

My voice screams out 'Help me'!

Blood & flesh trickles down the fingers of
my hand. I scratch until I am unconscious.