Dream As images flash upon the screen, She wonders about, the sounds she hears. The scary movies, of Halloween, Awakens all those primal fears. Her shaking hand, grabs the remote, Pressing a button, kills the show. The last sound, a piercing note, Just before, the blood does flow. Sitting and shivering alone in the dark, Shaking her head, as her heart races. Listening for, unknown sounds, Coming from, familiar places. Cursing, because it’s nothing new, Sleep will echo, what’s inside her head. Movies about, demons that flew, Or the flesh eating, still bleeding, new living dead. The whisper of breathing, they way her heart pounds, Walking barefoot, past the chairs and the table. Re-locking the doors, fear abruptly rebounds. Up to her room as soon as she’s able. Into the bathroom, locking the door, The harsh light driving, the shadows away. While brushing her teeth, tension does soar, Trying to drive the illusions away. Unlocking the door, checking the hall, Sweating, because of the dark and unknown. Wishing there, was someone to call, Knowing these horrors, should be out grown. Grabbing a flashlight, checks under the bed, Swears at herself, ashamed of her fear. Gasping for breath, feeling the dread, Dismissing the logic, so sound and so clear. She slides under the covers, and shuts off the light, Holds on to the cross, and whispers a prayer. Looks out the window, at the darkness of night, Closes her eyes, as if on a dare. She sleeps alone, men think she’s a flake, The pillow hidden, under her hair. Hides a fetish, a sharp wooden stake. Hand touches the stick, and finds comfort there. Dreams carry her down, anchored to thoughts in her head. The swirling of colors, so vivid and cruel. Of werewolves and blood, and things that are dead, And undead and monsters and maybe a ghoul. A whispering sound, the room starts to chill, The depth of her dreams, keeps her well under. A shadow pauses, out on the sill, The sash resists, then gently asunder. A breathy request, enters her dream, A murmured reply, allowing admittance. The predator stalks, silhouetted moonbeam, Silently moving, closing the distance. The night sky is waning, dark blue turns to grey, She dreams she sits up, and opens her eyes. The hunter stares down, entrancing the prey, Moving to feed, before the sunrise. Quickly the hunter, closes the distance, Just like the last time, and the last time before. It has been centuries, with no resistance, Quietly gliding, across the floor. Her pulse quickens, a hitch in her breath, The stake so close, yet still out of reach. The shadows give way, revealing death, Her dreamworld had many lessons to teach. The hunter leaps, and lands on the bed, Her eyes start to focus, she gasps with a start. The demon is shocked, the undead is dead, Falls to the floor with the stake through the heart. The dawn pierced the dark, she looks all around, There’s ashes and blood, that cover the bed. The birds start to sing and a sizzling sound, Like last Halloween, and the hungry undead. matthewtcody
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 16:59:02 +0000
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