Imagination Overload

Sitting in the moonlight, clad in a soft white gown Blood running from her fingers to drip to the thirsty ground You feel her eyes upon you, beckoning you near You try to run away, but you're frozen there with fear The remains of her last meal, lays ravaged about her feet The ground is slick with blood and gore, you wish you had not seen She lifts her arms out towards you, to take you in an embrace You start to sweat and you feel your heart begin to race Her mouth it is an ugly gash of pointed teeth and torn flesh It makes a sickly smacking sound as she smells your blood so fresh suddenly she is there beside you and hitting you with a plate You blink your eyes and shake your head, a smile forms on your face Now comes the messy task of cleaning up from all of her food action You are just an average teen, with an overactive imagination It wasn't a ghoul or Vampire out to make you bloody confetti It was just your little baby Sis, eating her spaghetti