~*~
Lights out …
Lurking,
Shadow dweller.
Haunting and predatory.
In the night
You cross the boundary.
Advance.
Faceless, but not
Formless.
Familiar.
Menacing.
Paralysis overwhelms.
Screams,
But no sound.
Terror’s creep keeps creeping.
Shallow, my breath.
*
{Breathe.}
*
Thoughts form.
{Be different.}
Words speak.
Low. Monotone.
Controlled, somehow.
“What do you want?”
I ask.
Silence.
Again.
“What do you want?”
Hovering o’er me,
Your whispered, jumbled words
Confuse; are
Meaningless.
Not even you are sure
Why it is you haunt
Me.
Silence.
“No …”
I say, calm.
Silence, then
A shift.
“I’m sorry,”
You say, contrite.
Your words surprise.
My breath then caught
By your tender,
Unexpected kiss
Upon my cheek
As you retreat.
Gone ~
Forever into the shadows.
Silence.
Lights on …
{Breathe}
~*~
This seems rather dark following my last post.
However without this, I hope, final dream-state encounter with the Night Terror(ist) who has haunted me at various times of my life and driven me to waking up in a full blown panic, my previous post What Changed? would not exist.
Thanks for stopping by …
Dorothy
~*~
©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 
Frightening nightmare but what a relief in the end. Your words evoke both emotiomal reactions. Awesome!
Thank you. This one had a happy ending and a profound impact in a really positive way. 🙂
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This is not the type of poem I like, but it is well done and says a lot in a few words. The chills are simply a touch extra.