Terror
I fumble along the dark deserted road...
Willing myself to move faster...
My legs are like rubber, they scream at me to flee...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
It feels as though my heart will rip itself right out of my chest... Its beating so very fast...
Terror stricken I lunge forward... Only to be met with a wall of steel...
Must you torture me so? With your eyes of horror and pure evil... As I fall back on the hard ground, I cry out... But it is on deaf ears...
Then you take your prize... What's left of my heart...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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