It's Me

It seeps in,
from beneath the oven
and around the corner.
It slides next to me,
slipping its belly on the freshly wiped counters.
Completely granite.

Screeches and squeals,
louder and more vibrant.
Stronger...
Sharper...
They pierce my body.
It sticks in the room,
pointy needles, arrows,
all directed at me.

Lights start flashing.
But there's only darkness.
My eyes,
throbbing.
Pounding starts against the walls of my mind.
A whisper behind the banging,
pleads for help.
Get me out.

I open my eyes.
The noise remains.
The lights still flash.
The thumping continues.

The room is empty.
Silence surrounds.
Blank walls cover me.
There isn't movement for miles.

I'm sitting alone.