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Werewolf

I heard a howling

in the woods,

freezing me

right where I stood.

That sound:

it turned my blood to ice

I knew he'd hunt me

this full moon night.

 

Great, big footsteps

pounding near;

Their deadly echo

resonating with fear.

His heavy breathing

reeked of blood and thirst.

I knew right then,

I was in for the worst.

 

I clutched my throat

in desperate need

of oxygen

so I could breathe.

Unluckily

I began to faint.

Knowing, once black,

I'd never wake.

 

And just as my eyes

began to close

I saw his wet,

sniffing nose.

I felt

his snarling teeth

biting deep

inside of me.

 

Then I knew

that I was done.

I had lost

and he had won.

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Written by
cheyenne37
Published
Jan 19, 2015
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