My dreams are dark, oh so dark
But then so is the blood that rushes through my ears,
Beating a pattern mimicking my thoughts.
I dream and taste blood nightly.
Why do I panic? Why do I run away?
Why can’t I face the nameless one chasing me?
I run for my life until I see the alley.
I run down between the tall dark buildings,
Running for my life.
I reach the end of my journey faced with bricks that laugh
At my attempts to beat my way through them.
I hear the footsteps, I taste fear and I turn slowly around.
The footsteps are slow, deliberately slow, to cause fear within.
Then he comes into the waning light, his hat covers his face.
His coat long, dark makes swooshing sounds.
I try to scream but my throat closes tightly, I can’t.
I look around for a new way to run,
But there is none.
He quickly comes near me, knife in hand
He stabs quickly upward, cutting my belly
The pain severe, he withdraws it, stabs again and again.
I slump to the ground, my blood swirls around me, I need to see his face.
I awake, sweat covers my body,
My breathing is quick and shallow.
I rise from this dream this dream from forever.
Blood drips from my arms, my legs, and my body
As it has forever….
(c) 2003. Jacqueline Britton. All Rights Reserved.