whistling, screaming, wind blowing
trees threatening to break from the force
running from the unseen
twigs snapping giving her away
the swoosh of a sword slicing air
maniacal laughter resounding through the trees
shes mine he thinks while dodging branches
run all you want, you can't escape
fate shows you at the end of my blade
blood streaming down your sides
staining my blade.
thud, she stumbles afraid to move
laying at the base of a tree
trying not to breathe
Listening for the attacker
shadows move to the left
scared she crawls away
footsteps drawing nearer
nearer, nearer.
blood spatters the trees
she was dead before her first scream
alarms sounding
he shuts them off then smiles
at his psychopathic dream
YOU ARE READING
nightmares and personal horrors
PoetryThis is a book of Poems, short stories and other tidbits. As the title probably suggests all of the content will have some sort of dark theme to it. Enjoy.
