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its a stare down yellowed glowing eyes and grabbing octopus arms I'm running down a hall which never seems to end and suddenly begins to telescope backwards he is waiting along a long dark walkway in the trees a shadow I cannot quite comprehend he moves stealthily nearer but I cannot I am falling hoping to fly there are tree limbs within reach but I have no hands I flap my stumps and webbed feet a gaping mouth yawns below I feel its heated breath tickling my toes and grab at the next branch with my teeth I hear the snarl of a great bear-dog-beast of impossible pedigree and size it has meat hook paws a saliva'd mouth like foaming fondant candy red eyes trained on me sniffling snorting I am running but can never seem to out-distance what I hear I am treed but he/it is using an ax several masked creatures lean over me drooling I am masking-taped to a cold gurney my mouth moves sideways like pulled taffy a pile of bloodied teeth lay in a silver tray beside me they are slit eyed I hear them inside my head whispering just loud enough I would rather not listen they use familiar voices of the long dead my grandfather/mother, father and mother I am not convinced wake up number thirteen wake up I scream draw your nightmares make a sketchbook of your fears see the pages speckled with dried tears write them down for your own posterity does the light illuminate does the darkness seep in little awfuls grow into big bad fears see how they can cannibalize your nerves so I draw my nightmares to illustrate how you can face your fears if you are no longer running you will find something better to run to Copyright 7/26/2014 All Rights Reserved By this Author All Stories/Poetry/Ideas are the Legal Property of this Writer Melissa A Howells/Meloo/Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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