Caged

• Jacinta O'mealley, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

In the dark, bitterness on the night, there I was standing at the end
of our street, frozen. I heard a noise, a screeching, scraping
noise, and then a hideous laughter. Suddenly it went black.
I woke at the sound of the same screeching noise and I found
myself locked in a dark, cool cage with billions of bones under foot and everywhere I moved there was a horrible sound of splintering
bones. I knocked the key and then watched it plummet to the
depths of nowhere.