Walking in the woods alone in the dark, the only sound I hear are wolves howling for my heart. No around besides spirits running through the night no is watching except owls above my head there no light in my eyes, only the stars across the shadow skies. It’s cold and windy leaves are trembling brown and helpless no oxygen in the air can’t hardly breathe ran into a black wall, waking up a creature that ten feet tall. Eyes and teeth start to appear saliva dripping down its mouth waiting to eat my soul tears comes down my body start to shake, when the creature roars making an earthquake. This monster eating my guts carving my skull with its blades of claws screaming in agony pain squishing my organs like a wine press, asking myself how I got into this mess. Left for dead as I drown, with my yoke of blood all over Satan ground. Got caught, by his fire hands then woke up with this nightmare of thoughts.

**By Jacob Cuadro