Rats
Awakening, dripping in a cold sweat
from my dreamt fate...
Looking around for life or movement in
this pitch black, damp room.
Catching the glimpse of Rats
in the far right corner.
Wondering in the back of my mind
if they're coming for me.
Scaring myself with the thought of
those sharp white teeth
Penetrating my now pale skin in
fury to devour my being.
Pulling the sheets in tighter for
some sort of protection.
Assuring with this now
that they won't bother me.
Telling myself that this is still
just a bad nightmare.
Trying to go back to sleep
with a pillow over my head.
Screaming upon the touch of something
hairy and scratchy.
Rushing up my legs like a swarm of
blood thirsty Rats!
Opening my eyes only now to see
hundreds of tiny red eyes.
Scurrying about my furniture and bed
with rage or revenge?
Realizing only now that the numbness
from the cold is gone.
Feeling now that the pain now has
begun and will increase.
Forcing myself with curiosity to see
what damage is done.
Shrieking back from the sight of
them chewing to my bones.
Shaking them off with pain and agony
in hope of saving myself.
Causing the Rats to only clutch on
tighter and dig faster.
Fearing the worst for my life I
could only let it happen.
Being covered in my own blood
and a lust for death.
Asking myself how I could possibly
deserve this torture.
Remembering nothing to help me in
answering this dreadful question.
Eating through me still with
their razor sharp claws.
Wanting nothing more but to kill me
on bite at a time.
Running away the Rats are finally done
and I slip quietly into death.
Awakening, dripping in a cold sweat
from my dreamt fate...
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