The letters on the doormat glowed <br />blue in the darkness <br />and were cold under soft soled bare feet <br />I became a dragon in the hallway <br />exhaling steam when I had to breathe <br />Flames flickered atop candles scattered around <br />dancing light creating dancing demons <br />too dark to find a safe place to sleep <br />too dark, too empty, too cold to breathe <br />and the air sat heavy with menace <br />we shouldn't have been there at all <br />We had no choice but to seek comfort <br />in that cage of darkness and cold<br /><br />Ellen Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/squatters-2/
