Sleep calls as I lay my head down
The world seems quiet, and still
But suddenly, I no longer feel alone
The mother moon shines bright
to my eyes, pop open looking out
at the dark night.
It's in my lungs, dying to get out
She whispers my name
an image of her makes me shiver with doubt.
I'm not me, This can't be me
I'm in the woods running,
with no inhibitions, only bloodless glee.
I sniff the air to find it pungent
My prey before me and I give chase
I catch it when it's leg gets bent.
My teeth are sharp and belly empty
I taste each wound and muscle
Blood, meat, and bone aplenty.
I am nourished only for a small time
I will be back,
The hunt is always mine.
What will I devour next I wonder?
In the morning, my eyes flutter open
Did I just have a dream or was I really in the forest yonder?
About the Creator
Erika Ravnsborg
Erika Ravnsborg is a writer/blogger/adventurer/explorer living in Canada. Her goal is to travel all over the world and write amazing stories about it. Find more of her adventures at https://www.magicalstoriestoshare.com/
Comments (1)
Lovely poem, dreams reflect our unconscious, running free.