(poems go here) The fluorescent moon
Of the black night sky,
the only light to shine in the abandoned town.
Frigid air burns
my porcelain skin.
Drifting through the streets,
A cloud of breath in front of me feels warm.
I find a dim street lamp.
My palms sweating like a cold glass.
I was nervous
I had to be.
It wasn’t there… yes it was!
Frail, bent, decrepit, body
limps towards me with a flowing step.
The stoker of the earth creeping out of the dim light.
As I sneak towards the ruble to escape,
Crashing into the ground.
The head of the creature snapped towards me
darkness as a face.
My Eyes shifting to the body I see it
The long, jagged edge of a blade.
Shining under the fluorescent moon
I was blinded
My knees rattle like a snakes tail
Eyes filling with tears
I jumped to escape
As I turn into my own nightmare
The darkness was everywhere
The stokers multiplied
Nowhere to run
I was surrounded
I was alone.