A Midnight Goodbye

A Midnight Goodbye

I open my eyes feeling full of fear.
I just know that something or someone is here.
All I see is pitch black like the night sky,
But then I feel an angry glare right behind my ear.
I progressively turn my head around,
To spot a figure a little over the ground.
I squint my eyes to make sure this isn’t real,
I see nothing at all but hear a distant sound.
The sound gets more deafening as I approach my door.
The hairs on my neck stand up like dominoes on the floor.
My heart is a snare drum as I start to freak,
Then sweat forms on my forehead faster than before.
I hesitate and take a few steps back to my bed.
I close my eyes and sleep instead.
I wake up to realize this was just a dream,
Or was she mistaken because I heard a scream.
Poor girl, she was all alone.
But I feel no pity!
She’s dead and you’ll never know.

Murder of An Apple

                                             

Murder of An Apple


Blood red,

tears my heart.

Trickled drops,

of pure pain.

Easily bruised,

but still crispy.

Harvest season,

the best time of the year.

Freshly picked by hand,

off an oak tree.

Round,

like a ball.

Sliced into pies.

Squeezed into juice.

Blended into cider.

A fresh aroma,

sweet as sugar.

Drifts towards my nose,

like bees to honey.

Ripe and juicy

Soft, yet firm

Fills the insides

Craving for more.