A Nightmare Poem by Natasha Muriuki

A gust of wind blew past me, blowing my charcol hair into my agape mouth. Tears of shock and disguist raced down my cheek as I gawked at the beast in my view.
My stomahch hit my toes at the speed of light, and my head began spinning. This couldn't be happening, this was not possible!
The beast, with clawlike hands dragged the bloody victim away and i hid behind a car, attempting to save my life.
I took a seat on the concrete, the image glued to my eyelids.
There was no way what I had just seen was real! It was a nightmare. I made pathetic attmept to sooth my raging mind.
I took off in a direction unknown, once I was sure the beast was gone. The streetlights and cars and buildings became one and a wave of darkness washed over me and my knees were first to touch the ground in an unfriendly manner and my face followed next.
This was not real... This was a nightmare.