Nightmare

I was walking in a rainy twilight
Suddenly up pulled my grandmother’s car
I jumped in and pulled the seatbelt on tight
But the driver was not my grandmother
It was a stranger. A forty something
he had his face hidden with high collars
My blood turned cold, my hands began trembling
“Who are you?” I asked the man in horror
He didn’t answer. He just turned his head.
Dark painted circles, twisted painted grin
He looked alive as a corpse six days dead
To his world he had come to drag me in

He was a mess of make up and face white
He had come to take me into the night


26th March 2003