Fingers fumbling, scrambling on top of the toilet
Feet hidden: he will not find me
Shivering, oh, so cold, why is it so cold?
Footsteps outside, bloodshot eyes scouting
The speaking murmurs outside the hall, whisper, whisper, whisper
Maniacal laughter, eyes twitching
The undeniable need to feast on human flesh
I can still see it in my mind;
Forever impressioned memory, haunting:
The blood from the hook in her chest dripped, drip, drip, drip
The cauldron of boiling water nearby
Blood, so much blood, a river of it
I could feel his breath down my neck
Beckoning me down the stairs, come, come, come
Heart racing in my chest, blood pounding in my temples
Unlocking the bolt, darting out of the room
Outside, out of his reach, running, running, running
Never stop running, or he'll catch me..
Author notes
Poem about a recurring dream I had from the ages 6 to about 10.. yes, I was (am) really messed up. :S
