Apprehension

Her bony arms grip around my legs
Clutching on for her life.
My ankles, her savior
The cold, sharp teeth of the escalator
Consuming my grandmother alive.

Wasps and bees pervade my stomach,
Stinging my flesh with fear
As today I stand,
In front of an escalator,
Wounded by reminiscences of the past.

The indistinguishable feelings
I faced at that precise moment.
Looking down at my blouse in horror
I was marked
With her blood...

note- this was for a school assignment. we had to write about something we were scared of. this happened when i was 7. I was on the escalator with my grandmother when she fell. this sounds very silly, but i've been petrified of escalators ever since. the poem is 100% true