Black Petals Issue #90 Winter, 2020

Blood-Red Drops
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Blood-Red Drops

 

Chris Collins

 

Blood-red drops blotted the snow;                                                          

there were no footprints, but I did go.

 

I followed those drops where I could,

and they took me far into the wood.

 

Jolted with fear by each step I took,

I trembled, froze, and in terror shook.

                                                    

For those drops of blood alongside me                                

said this is a place I should not be.

                                           

Step after step, my heart beat loud;                                    

I felt befuddled in fog-like shroud.

                                 

Chilled as I was in most every bone,                   

I knew right then I was not alone.

 

Furtively, many footprints appeared                

out of a nowhere I deeply feared.

                                  

Suddenly, there was muffled breathing,                     

my only thought: a dreaded being.

                          

I knew right then that I must run fast,                                                

or this bloody day might be my last.                       

                        

I ran and ran ‘til I reached my home;

filled with dread, I ended this poem.

 

 

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