Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24480175-20140330200546

Lying alone on the ground, in the mud.

Fear and anguish; my senses, it does flood.

Coming nearer, I can hear it stomping.

Breathing heavily, ready to kill me.

Wanting to taste my blood and eat my flesh.

Grabbing me; maiming me; destroying me.

Waking in a terrified state, I did.

Shuttering sighs of relief, I did breathe out.

When the beast was real, screams I did utter.

Grabbing me; maiming me, destroying me. 