Chilled
Cooked raw by the moonlight
My hands wander and my mind strays
I grasp in the dark, and my fingers encircle crisp branches
They crack under the pressure and I flinch
I don't know why I do
The air bites at my neck and I'm terrified.
I'm shaking
The woods beckon me to explore them and I'm allured
My hands are itching
My gut says no, turn back, run fast.
I'm more afraid then I ever remember being
But I step forward nevertheless
The cold rushes up my back and dries my lungs
Blood drips from my underneath my fingernails
I take hold of the nearest tree, watching the ground spin and become the sky.
I must have been drugged
The fear is all too real
The bark is too rough and the earth is too frozen
I'm too scared
My eyes race to find something solid
But the branches fold and the moon dips
Little golden eyes mock me in the shadows
The blaring crickets turn into curdling screams
I cover my ears and sink down against a tree
My shoulders shake uncontrollably
My cheeks are damp and my heart pounds
I wipe at my face, struggling against my illusions
The demons amongst my head.
