Goodnight Sweetheart-(Halloween)

it can smell my fear

the must and fog cloaks me and beckons the monster towards me

time is of the essence the monster is coming is near

the blood drips down the creatures slimy scaly face as it looks me in the eye, i think it can see

i run stumbling, heart throbbing, i trip

the monster lets out a giddy giggle as it skips, talking to me in my mind

i crawl but it grabs my leg, my blood oozes out, it leans forward to take a sip

helpless i pat the floor, thankful for anything i may find

it sinks its rotten teeth into my skin, i scream and squirm as it eats my flesh noisily

the pain was excruciating i was going to never leave the darkness

It lifts its head, its face covered in my blood, it looks me in the eye, "rot in hell" i whispered clumsily

i could no longer feel it dining on me, then came the sadness

i was no longer truly here or there,

i was, i am.............dead.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Great Halloween and psychological piece, Heather. Loved it.

[Heather]

why thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! and thank you for reviewing, thanks a bunch :)

[Pryde Foltz]

My pleasure, Heather.

[Sami Khalil]

How did I miss this wonderful Halloween poem???...Splendid.....................

[Heather]

hahaha thanks for reading :) what a lovely pleasure to have you review, thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................

[Misery]

A gruesome poem. Lines dressed in fiendish guise. Very fitting for an eerie Halloween eve.
I am always delighted to see the different paths your poetry chooses to travel, Heather.

[Heather]

thank you i decided a change was right to suit the time of year, thank you for enjoying and taking the time to read :D