Paper Cut Eyes

Nightmare

Nightmare

I clutch my fists tightly,

trying to suppress a scream.

The sight before me is the most terrifying I've ever seen.

I spin in my tracks

my legs running on automatic.

I hear it chasing from the back,

pushing harder I move frantic.

It catches up,

it has my arm.

It means me harm.

This is definitely reason for alarm.

I fail to longer suppress my scream,

then the words break through:

"It's just a dream."

I open my eyes

to a hand on my cheek.

She softly sighs,

relief dancing in her brown eyes.

I'm safe now it seems,

they're only bad dreams.