One Too Realistic Dream Poem by Britney Hogue

Why am I so deeply haunted
All I wish is for a restful, peaceful sleep
But all I get is this pain filled dream
That inevitably disturbs me nightly
So vivid, full of color and sound
It almost seems real, like I’m living it
I wish I knew what caused them

It starts simple and pleasant
Like everything in the world was great
No problems ever arose
And I lived in peace from all hurt
But then it hits like a wooden dagger
In a flash a storm hits, flash of lightning

Its pouring rain as I walk a dark alley
Behind the dilapidated buildings
That where once great prospering stores
I hear a low growl from in the shadows
And out steps the fear of my life
A human of sorts, but not completely

He walks with great stealth
Stocking the prey who stumbles his path
His crimson red eyes and white fangs
All I can see from under the black hood
He jumps from his spot knocking me down
And sits on my chest, halting all breathing

In one slow motion he leans down
Licks the entire length of my neck
As if tasting his catch before enjoying
One quick motion he bites, fangs penetrating
Before I react I awaken just the dream again,
But somehow something different this time

I’m still in my small, darkened bedroom
Lying in my soft, comfortable bed, like usual
But I can still feel the vampire on my chest
I can’t breath, like a great weight upon me
Then a cool breeze on my right cheek
Then a cold, wet tongue licks along my neck