killer stairs

My heart skips a beat as I gingerly grasp the slick, cold, metallic railing. I peer to the top of my tormentor, an endless staircase of grey, metal rectangles. Hesitantly, I carefully place my foot on the bottom rung and I slowly begin to ascend. My heart is racing. The soft, hollow sound of rubber soles against metal echoes throughout the corridor. I am alone. There is no one here to witness my defeat of this beast. The thing that has haunted my dreams for so long is finally being put to rest. But you are not finished yet. Before I know it, I am hanging onto those slick, cold, metallic railings for dear life. Deftly, like a ninja, I swing myself back onto the stairs and quickly descend. Defeated, I trudge away. I steal one more glance of your magestic grey body, and I think to myself, “This is not over."