Enemy impeding
through the crumbling walls.
The sword slips through my fingers.
The pounding at the door doesn’t wake me,
As my chest heaves, ready.
“They are coming,”
My heart says,
“Prepare.”
And so we wait,
wind screaming in all our ears,
prepared for impending crashing to start.
Time elapses as the darkness closes
us in the mouth of the beast.
Fire bows arc,
Illuminating
their teeth.
Shadows erupt
From all sides, breaking the
Silence, as screams infect the dripping blood.
The union between bone and frigid air.
Yellow eyes fix on me,
Sword faltering.
A second
Passes,
And I am thrown,
The ground caving under,
My stomach rises to my throat, I fall.
My sheets lay sprawled in a mess
on my bedroom floor,
alarm clock blaring loudly.
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Marya Pettingill
I'm just a Marine Biologist swimming in a sea of ideas yet to be written.
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