Natasha Foster

(9/8/1997)

Nightmare


Laying still, she has awakened,
Her body, so cold, and visibly shaken.
The man, so gingerly he caresses,
On her temples, his lips he presses.

She runs in fear,
He's drawing so near.
She's trapped with no way out,
Her mind is full of doubt.

Into a dark corner, she hides,
Walls closing in on both sides.
On his face, a grin so wide,
She feels a scream from deep inside.

Closer and closer, he has come,
On his breath's the smell of rum.
One long, last look into those deep, cold eyes,
The very last time she lets out her cries.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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Based off of one of my short stories...
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