Kirby's Poetry

Nightmares

An ear splitting screech shatters the cold air

Her breath is short, each gasp expelling a piece of her soul,

The wheeze hanging as a frozen cloud

The hair on my neck springs from my skin

As the bushes take on an invisible weight

I beg her, tug on her stiffening body, will her to hold on

She coughs and a warm, sticky clot of blood flows down her cheek

The gash on her abdomen pulsates and shakes along to the rhythm of her dying heart

I hear the gurgle of her lungs filling up

The monster cries longingly for another taste of her flesh

I plead for our immediate evacuation but her death rattle is all that responds

Her glossy eyes stare aimlessly off into the night, holding only pain and fear now

Another bone splintering crunch pulls me away from her lifeless figure

My will to live and move on without her

Freezes over as I let go of her now icy arm

The monster's snickers lock around my body, petrifying me

A flash of blistering white teeth and I lay helplessly next to her

Pain engulfs my brain, warm blood oozes, mixing with the earth

My breathing becomes short and rapid as I fight against death's chilling grip

The monster looms over my limp body, mouth dripping with saliva

"Wake up," it hissed, "you're going to be late for school."