Wraith

Out from the fog it came
Though I can’t be certain
Its shape was

Indefinable
As if barely there

The fog was thick
A molasses of blindness

Sounds were magnified
I could hear a mouth breathe its last
Felt the death dive
Of a blow fly

All was surreal

So yes

Perhaps I imagined it

Perhaps I imagined
The woman who died

Her face wrenched from skull
As it lunged at her
Rapid as an eye blink
A mere blur of motion
Her arm left dangling
A mere clothes hangar
For necrotic flesh

The chitinous claws
All in my mind it seems
Plucked her heart
As if selecting a ripe grape

Yes

I could have imagined it all

The taste though

She tasted so real

© 2009, Mosquitobyte