The Second Stair From the Top (Part 2)
So on you go,
fleeing for your life,
heart trying
to leap out of your chest,
sweat
soaking you
to the bone
back in your bed,
and me
staying just out of sight
but sending
tremors of horror
through your body.
The aura
of fear
you're releasing
raises me
to a hungered state,
I lash out
with one clawed finger
ripping a ragged line
across your back and side.
You awaken,
bolting upright in bed
sticking to the sheets.
Realizing
it was a "dream"
you head
to the stairs
to get a drink,
I reach out
from the shadow
on the second stair from the top,
grabbing your right ankle
causing you
to crash down the stairs
braking
your left leg and arm.
Now
I pour out
of the darkness,
solidifying
in front of you,
if only
you had looked
in your bed
and seen the bloodstain
soaking into the bedding,
at least
you would have known,
not that you
could have done anything.
So now here we are,
you mangled on the floor,
me licking my lips
and staring into your eyes,
I lean in close
and bite off
your right cheek
just so you can
scream
that much louder.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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