Trapped

 

 

 

A  cold bead of sweat trickles down

Icy it slides over shivering skin

Ears straining for any sound

Are they still searching

 

It started over an hour ago

The quiet of night shattered

Then hell reigned upon

A cold bead of sweat trickles down

 

Into the house they crept as one

Rabid and feral

They came to play

I fled the screams

A cold bead of sweat trickles down

 

Guttural sounds and howls abound

Then the horror of silence

A feast in progress and a hunt to begin

A cold bead of sweat trickles down

 

Dank and confined a haven is found

Footsteps falter only inches away

Rancid breath attacks my nose

A cold bead of sweat trickles down

 

My havens entry is pawed upon

A breath held tight no noise not now

It senses prey I am sure of this

A cold bead of sweat trickles down

 

My haven a tomb

I am trapped and found

Blood red eyes stare into mine

A cold bead of sweat trickles down


Author Notes

An early dark poem revised slightly

6 Comments for “Trapped”

says:

I think we know what happens next… Very chilling, Craig! The repetition of the phrase “A cold bead of sweat trickles down” continually reminds the reader at every step of the chase what the tormented is going through. Well done!

Write On!
Becky

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