Death’s ring finger digs into my spine, sneezing winds
sneaking through
cracks in my windows.
Bleak shadows shuttering, shaking,
glowing a grass green glimmering like blades. A stiff scent of blood
my blood dripping through my nose.
Night moves like a banshee whooshing and wailing
till I guard my ears.
I’ve never felt a fear like this since I was young.
Thudding footsteps on my chest, scratching branches,
swirling clouds spilling rain sputtering and splashing. I’ve
lived through these days before.
I just need to let the horseman ride through.
