Fates Footfalls
FATES FOOTFALLS
fate’s footfalls - the bull’s running.
i hear the sound of a stampede
at my ankles. the rush of blood
pulsing through my veins, hammering
my heart, quite like a silver spike
penetration of a vampiric scream.
(my bedclothes sweating. i turn)
darkness on a crisp Winter’s eve.
snow’s falling...i see their shape,
and then his eyes, like icy daggers.
i’m walking with increasing speed
but the sound of heavy steps following
… breathing on my neck. i fall
(like a cliff, i hang off my bed)
fooling fate, i wake up to a sunny day.
i wash the panic off my face. i run
all day long, never noticing footprints,
the same width, same length, the odor
of rotten eggs, and the black hood
that fades in and out. i rub my eyes
as death drops his ax…
(i know i won’t wake up)
3/11/2017
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