Trauma

Fairly old piece, can't remember why I wrote it. Probably something nasty.



Deep in the woods,
Well after dark,
Something bad moves,
Hunting its mark.

As black as the night,
Difficult to see,
I hear it moving,
It’s coming for me!

All that I hear,
Is the sound of its breath,
Moving so close now,
To hound me to death.

Unable to see it,
Only to hear,
I’m frozen in place,
As it draws near.

Suddenly I feel it,
Fingers at throat,
Breathing is difficult,
Escape is remote.

Spots before eyes,
Everything goes black,
Neck is turning,
Spine goes crack.

Bones grind together,
It’s too late my friend,
Oxygen gone now,
It must be THE END