Into the Unknown

~Alise~ Morning Surprise

He comes to me out of the shadows, acknowledging
my presence with a tip of his hat, always the gentleman,
and his eyes are on my eyes like a snake's on a bird's-
quizzical, mesmerizing.

He cocks his head as though something he heard intrigues him
(though I hear nothing) and he smiles, amusing himself at my expense;
his words are full of desire and loathing, and though I hear,
he says nothing that I understand.

The moon shines-maniacal, queer-as he takes my hand and whispers
Our time has come ... and so we stroll together along the docks
where the sea sends things that wriggle and crawl
scurrying under rocks and boards.

Moonlight in great floods washes his pale face as he stares unseeing
into my eyes. He sighs, and the sound crawls slithering down my spine,
and my blood seems to pause at his touch as he caresses my face.
He unfastens my dress till the white lace shows, and my neck is bared.

His teeth are long, yellow and hard. His face is bearded and haggard.
A wolf howls in the distance. There are no wolves in New York. I gasp.
My blood is a trickle his wet tongue embraces. My heart races madly.
He likes it like that.
By: Michael R. Burch

Hope you enjoyed the peom.
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Walking into the kitchen I stopped in my tracks. When I noticed what my mother was wearing.

"Your still in your pj's mom." I said in a annoyed tone. Because, earlier she was making such a big deal about me getting ready, but she was still on her pj's.

My mom should be in her late 30's, but with her being literally the living dead. She stood their in the kitchen wearing a pair of black Winne the Poo pj's still looking like she was 26. Though with those pj's she looked like a three year old, and it was harlarlous. Which made my attitude disappear quite quickly.

"I didn't feel like getting ready yet." She said flipping a couple pancakes that were on the skillet. I chuckled as a small smile appeared on my face. Knowing she probably knew I was judging her pj's.

I was starting to relax as I walked to the kitchen table. Taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the table. The sound of wolves howling in the distance echoed from the woods, and into my ears.

"Wolves?" I questioned. Cause, I knew around here there weren't that many wolves, and this sounded like a whole lot of them. Which only meant werewolves.

"Must be the small group they had introduced last summer." She said non-chalantly. Which made my theory of werewolves disappear, but was still doubtful.

I glanced at her, and I noticed the way she moved. Completly content as she cooked breakfast. I stuck my tongue out at her like a small kid even though her back was turned to me.

"Regular wolves my ass." I said under my breath.

Even though time after time my mom said it was only her, and her creator were the only supernatural beings here. I never really believed that cause I was a curious girl, and liked to adventure. So I'm always out looking for the things my mom said weren't here. My body started to get really warm all of a sudden. As my heart rate started to pick up in pace as my neck started to ache.

Groaning as I stretched out in my chair. I rested the back of my neck on the back of the chair as I tried to relax. I was starting to get annoyed since these random aches, and pains had started to happen more recently than usual.