Ice Cold River Poem by Maverick Jones

Walking down the foggy trail watching the birds fly ahead,
you feel comfortable being alone in the forest. If only you really were alone. hiding in the shadows a beast is watching. You follow the trail down to the ice cold river, and start skipping rocks. The beast grows closer keeping just out of your sight. Awaiting for the right moment to strike. You smile up at the pink sky, only letting the beast get in arms reach. The beast lurches grabbing your hair, it pulls you down to the cold ground. Stabbing you with it's knife straight through to your back. It stabs and stabs till you couldn't breath no more. It sliced your throat and watched up take your last breath. It washes its hands and knife in the cold river and tosses you into the rushing water. Watching you sink to the bottom. It walks away searching for another person like you.

For the beast of the foggy forest the thrill is only in the kill. It lures in the shadows waiting for another to send to the icy cold bottom of the river.

September.11,2013