The Bodies

By: Karin Luna

I woke up.

Blood dripping off my face,

Two large, deep cuts on both my hands,

My skin, fairly pale, lead me to believe it’s been long.

Petrifying flashes appear.

A sharp, blood- dripping knife,

A man dressed in black,

And screeching sounds.

There I found their bodies

And the dreads of hell awaiting my return.

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