From Within

I sit in the dark

Watching the shadows grow

The slightest sound

Turns into encroaching terror

The cat jumps off the desk

And I know he senses the doom too

He is running to escape it

Leaving me in the swirling chaos

My breath sounds too loud

And my racing heartbeat echoes

The dim light of the streetlight

Shows the way for demons to follow

Leading them to my soul

To destroy me from within

In a surreal waking nightmare

Unable to escape their reach

They pull me into the shadows

Never to be the same

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – surreal

 

 

Too Late

It was a dark night

The clouds cloaked the stars

He was supposed to be here

But he was running late

The coffee shop was nearly empty

The quiet was almost surreal

This had been a dubious meeting

She was so unsure of who he was

They had met through a friend

And he was very tight lipped

Almost paranoid with his silence

She didn’t know if he was just afraid

Or someone with too many secrets

She thought about just leaving

But then the door swung open

She gasped at the sight

He was bloody and beaten

Fear engulfed her

She knew this was a mistake

Then he was pushed into the room

Followed by a man with a gun

Now it was too late

Too late to run

Too late to trust her instincts

Too late to live

Lost

In a dreamlike state

I walk through fog

Hearing you call my name.

Lost somewhere ahead

Your voice is an echo

That bounces off unseen walls.

This surreal moment

Is imprinted in my mind

as a memory of childhood

twisted through time

being lost at the fair.