The moon enters, through the shallow slit in the shades
And streaks across, the cold wet floor, finding her in the corner,
Tightly tucked in, shivering, in the dead of emptiness,
She cradles her head in her already tear soaked palms,
Begging, to anyone, who would bother to listen,
To spare her, and allow the night, a restful slumber,
Only the silence, doesn’t survive, due to the howling
Disrupting the presence within, an agitation, growing louder,
Being cursed to an insomniatic state, she sits and waits,
Pondering the events, that have led her, down this rabbit hole,
A day unparalleled to past ones, being the spark, to the chaos,
After a ordinarily frustrating day, like countless ones beforehand
She blindly walked home, escaping, to her fantasizing
Of moments occupied, by incredible and thrilling events,
Only to awaken, back in the dreary, monotonous clock
With its hands, slowly dragging across, its gray face,
But just as it appeared to be, her usual worn-out path,
An invasion, inside her familiar pattern, shattered the cycle
When a crazed, disheveled man, frantically burst
Out from the black, with eyes wide and trembling red,
Running right at her, as she stood, paralyzed at the charge,
Pushing her off of the path, onto the cracked cement
Where she saw the man, pummeled by oncoming traffic,
Being shredded along the hard gravel, down to the skeletal,
An image, that she was sure, would haunt her during all hours,
Only it was much worse, and far more terrifying,
Still shook up, from the disturbing image of that mangled body
Spilling out all its organs, onto the blood soaked road,
A vivid scene, focusing in, on the sprawled out gore,
Closer in, as she felt her heart, pound, in the echo of fury,
Until she passed out, into a chilling nightmare
Of an animal, ravenously tearing apart an unsuspecting wanderer,
Razor claws slicing through, their icy flesh,
All seen, as if she, was that blood covered beast,
Thinking it was another fantasy, until she crawled back home,
Naked, and painted crimson, coming in at first light,
She feverishly washed off the blood stains on her skin
Noticing, a scratch, that she imagined was from her fall,
But the shape, reminded her of the claw marks from her dream,
She never slept, as she was that beast, slashing at her victim,
A troubling curse, given to her, in a glimpse,
The nights getting longer, slipping further into the monster
Eating at her own existence, until she dissappears into it’s shadow,
If she allows it so, as she climbed out from her corner
And onto the high ledge, to end this cycle, on her own terms,
To finally sleep, and let the world, continue the routine,
Which she desperately missed, and thought of, one last time,
Letting herself free, from the shackles, into an endless rest.
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