Vampire Dream.

His hands: cold, firm, rough--I can't breath.
His teeth: sharp, white, rigid--I'm bleeding.
His breath: strong, fresh, warm--I fear him.

Full moon, vampire dreams arise.
Death lingers in the air tonight.
Cold and foggy, it's mysterious.
I'm froze in pure panic of it all.

His Touch: soft, loving, scary--I shudder.
His words: deep, echoing, loud--I listen.
His eyes: yellow, strong, small: I stare.

It all seems to real to be not.
The things I feel and hear.
The touches and screams.
I awake it was just a dream.

© Megan Wheeler 2007