We stand in a dark alley as they close in. The end is imminent. My eyes fill with the horror of what I thought could never happen. I've been with you this whole time. How did I not see that you weren't who I thought you were?

I think back to that dimpled smile, so unassuming and reassured. The nights I'd spend counting the freckles on your skin as you'd share stories you had gathered from the day. You were always the only one who could make me smile, even after a ragged day. Somehow your warmth would penetrate my cold soul and set it on fire. I couldn't imagine a moment where I'd want to run from you. All the plans we'd made together, all the hopes and dreams, all of those gone in a matter of seconds.

Your cold, dead eyes gaze into mine, but you're no longer who I once knew. And still I cannot run from you. All I can see now are the freckles on your skin illuminated by the moonlight, as you tackle me down and sink your teeth into me.

BY: J.M.M.POWELL

© J.M.M.Powell