Nightmare I

My night was ruined by the sounds of a stepping foot.
A voice is heard, while a knife is pulled
and I know I'm going to die

The knife stings as it crosses my throat
The blood, warm as it runs down my breasts
falling to the snow covered ground

I breathe, my last breath, a pain filled gasp
as my life's blood fills my lungs,
Killing me slowly, but surely.

And as he ravishes my body, I watch from above.
Knowing that whatever he does to my outer shell
he can never kill my Soul.

Misty Kesler
Copyright �2002 Misty Pearl Kesler