The Breeze On My Face (Part 1)
Standing
on the edge of the forest,
lurking with my friend
(the dark),
feeling the night breeze
brush across my face,
it feels good.
Images form
of my next escapade
and as it intensifies
in my mind
my eyes
roll back in my head
and I start to drool,
the anticipation
is gnawing on my gut
and I feel
a vibration
in my chest
as a growl
escapes my lips,
shaking dead leave
loose from
the branches above.
It's drawing close
to the time
for my next episode,
time to reach
for another soul,
taste the hot,
metallic fluid
as it slides down my throat.
So I sink
back into the darkness,
it surrounds me
and I become one with it,
back to my natural bond
and within a breath
I'm there,
lying in wait
in your home,
waiting for
myself to calm,
there's no fun
if I start too pumped up,
and as the red
clears from my eyes
I hear your footsteps
on the floor
moving away.
I pop
from shadow
to shadow
drawing closer,
getting to know
the layout of your house.
I stir the air,
causing an unnatural wind
to blow across
the back of your neck,
ruffling your hair,
you look around
but find nothing.
Moving closer
I pass my ghost like hand
through your chest
and chills
run up and down
your spine,
again,
again,
again,
your limbs
start to grow numb
as your blood
slowly freezes
within.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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