Dead In Winter Contest
As I sit here waiting for the last bus run of the night
Memories of what just happened play in my brain filled with fright
I can barely feel my little toes
There was no time for socks I had to just go
The sirens still echo in my frostbitten ears
Frozen drops attempt to become my tragic tears
Last I recall we were doing just fine
A Pillow fight and a glass of red wine
His mother called us down for dessert
Suddenly my throat began to hurt
He squeezed until I could no longer scream
This night of joy became a horrible dream
His brown eyes transformed to a devilish deep red
I’ll never forget the words he quietly said
“I could kill you and no one would know”
In my mind I begged for him to let go
What possessed him I will always wonder
Thank God his mother came up and banged on the door like thunder
I had no idea he had moved his dresser in front of the exit of the room
I was convinced I had met my eternal doom
While he was yelling for his mother to go the hell away
I jumped up fast and she heard me say
"Help he’s mad get me out of here"
She broke down the door and I ran out in fear
Last I heard him throw her down the stairs
I was long gone and extremely unprepared
I heard him behind me screaming my name
I kept on running in utter shame
He ran so fast and knocked me down
I fell flat on the icy ground
“Your mine forever don’t you leave”
I slipped out of my jacket sleeve
Down the hill I went rolling
As if my body was being used for bowling
The cops went racing up the mound
I heard him scream, so I know he was found
I have no phone no car or coat
Just three dollars and a crumpled up note
In my jeans from earlier that day
I should have listened to what it had to say
“Stay away from my son; you have no idea what he has done”
“Charming you may think but just like all the others you too will sink”
Now it all makes sense
He told me his mother was mentally ill and dense
He is the one who is severely deranged
I must get home this night has been exceedingly strange
As I rehearse this the bus finally pulls up to me
My stomach is in knots and I can barely see
Blood is streaming down my face
I just want to get out of this crazy place
Why is the man driving wearing a big black hood
I am so cold and devastated; thinking is doing me absolutely no good
The doors slam shut as I quickly sit down
I am the only one that seems to be around
I look in the rear view mirror and what do I see
Those chilling red eyes once again devouring me.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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