The blade,
Shining,
The moonlight,
Beaming,
Into the darkness,
A scream
Echoes
Through
The night.
As red
Seeps,
Pouring,
out.
Red
Fills
The moon.
A cool breeze.
A cackle.
“Goodbye, Jamie.”
The world spins,
Then it stops.
“They're coming for you.”
Breathless,
he shoots up
In his bed,
Sweat dripping.
The sunshine greets him,
The birds are chirping.
The bus,
The noisy voices.
The snow white board,
The white washed walls.
The ring of phones.
The flood of people.
Then,
The smell of home
Floods his nose.
The stars twinkle,
In the sky,
The moon, round,
Pale, and white.
The world is spinning
As he stares,
To the world beyond,
The earth.
A chill up the arm,
A shiver down the spine.
The cold wraps
Warm around him.
There is a spider
crawling,
Up the arm.
The black,
The red.
Its bite,
Sinking
Deep
Within the skin.
The poison,
Flowing
Through the blood.
The chilling
Sight
Of a red moon.
The moon is full-
Full of red,
Seeping into the black sky.
The stars,
Their sparkle,
Flashing,
Fading,
Fading,
Out.
The red,
Growing,
Growing,
Covering the sky.
The red,
It drips
From every crack.
The soft grass,
Tickling my fingers,
Turns wet.
My fingers,
Covered,
With sticky red.
The waters,
Once clear,
Now turn
To red,
Which runs
Far
Into the ocean,
Dying,
The ocean.
Crimson red.
The blade,
It gleams,
The moon,
Shining
Upon.
It’s reflection
Showed
A glamorous sight.
The hair,
Disheveled,
The eyes,
Black.
The skin,
Blue,
With darkness within.
Red seeps
From every crack.
As the knife
It plunges,
Within,
Himself.
He saw the Red Moon.