Take Wing

Baylee

He is

the proximity of the moon

a dull glow in the night

which tells you you’re not alone

 

As you drift into sleep

the demons creep out from underneath your bed

and tug at your hair

pull at your toes

and breathe in your ear

as the nightmares take wing

on the fire-scorched pinions

of the devil himself, perhaps

 

Your eyes snap open

tears having dampened your face

small sobs escape your meak body

as his arms pull you close

in comfort,

in warmth,

 

But when you lift your gaze

his eyes are black, consuming cavities

two eyes grow into four

as your vision blurs,

his grip of comfort

becomes one of capture

 

A scream

A shriek

He is the monster

He is the nightmare

 

When your body shoots upright,

visions finally fade

You are alone in your cold bed

alone in this cold world.

 

  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2018 07:49
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 38
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Comments3

  • Caring dove

    this is a very dark piece of writing but so well expressed .. i can see the fear in this piece

  • FredPeyer

    Great opening, you pull the reader in and never let go! Very well written, Nicole!

  • Baylee

    Thank you guys



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