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Icy
air,
Biting my face.
Ears numb…
Hiding inside
A turned up collar.
Freezing hands
Plunged deep
Inside flannel pockets.
I can see my breath.
A blue, white fog
Escaping parched, dry lips.
My nostrils detect the
stench of mold.
Brittle leaves breaking
Under my shoes.
My eyes release a
Tear.
I know it is near.
Is
this blood
I taste on my tongue?
Are those footsteps
Behind me?
My frozen eardrums
Straining for a sound.
Listen.
Yes …
There it is again.
Frantic feet
Moving swiftly over sticks
And rocks.
Panic grips me like a vise.
My heart explodes with
Fear.
I know it is near.
I
stumble and fall.
No time to waste.
Hot breath
Against the nape of my neck.
Claws grasping,
Reaching
For a hunk of flesh,
A hank of hair…
Anything!
But as I turn
With a bloodcurdling scream,
Drenched in sweat…
It was only a dream!
But still I fear…
I know it is near.
July 21, 2000
Katie Rosselle
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