I want to ingest the full moon and spit out fables and legends of ware wolfs, silver bullets and once bitten, vampires, crosses and wooden stakes through the hart, the mummy and course form the raiding of the tombs.
I wan to ingest the full moon and live in a haunted house up on a hill when it’s always night time and it’s always raining.
I want to fall through trap doors and no one can hear my screams and there is no way to escape.
I wan tot ingest the full moon and be locked in a cemetery and chased like the people from the movie “Night of the Living Dead” (the black and white version).
I want to be buried alive so I can hear the dirt being shoveled on top of my wooden casket that’s’ way to small, I can hardly breath.
I want ingest the full moon and dream that I’m falling and never wake up, chased and can never run fast enough, fight off the monster and can never hit hard enough.
I want to choke on darkness and spit up the pieces of the full moon, fall face first to the ground and suffocate on the thoughts of surviving
Posted 12/9/09
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
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