Ky Ramos

It was just a nightmare, When your hand slipped from mine, When I reached out, And darkness cloaked my arm. Like an icky sticky glue. Dripping droplets onto the floor. Splat, splat, splat. I turned, with a shriek, To where glowing red eyes met me, And the light was long gone in this place. I scrambled back, Hoping it wouldn’t attack. But when I looked back, There was no longer a trace. I peered through the shadows, Scared I’d catch a glimpse of it’s face. My heart was thundering, Ramming my chest. And I ran through the dark, And couldn’t quite rest. Those eyes glowed in my head. I stumbled and tripped, The coating of black, Dripped and it sticked, And those eyes, There they came, Ruby and rosy, Those eyes there it creeped, Huffing and growling, And it’s teeth it did bare, Were white with a shine, And the drool down it’s chin, Made me shudder and cry. And it paced yes it did, Back and forth in a line, As if he said, “Hurry up I got no time” So I lowered my head, Ready to quit, And escape was no longer, A sort of possibility for this. But then he sat like a dog, And I trembled and looked. His eyes looked to mine, And that’s when I knew, I recognized those eyes. And the feeling they brought. “I miss you.” I whispered. And he seemed to nod.