by Storm Grey
just something I wrote, kind of a free verse.
There was something in the air that night, I could feel it.
It wasn’t a shiver down my spine, but a gut feeling.
I had dreamt about a feeling like this, everyone has. In a nightmare, where you end up getting eaten by a monster or a woman in a cloak.
I had my sundress on, and walked with my feet in 3 inch heels.
My short hair clung to the sides of my face, the rain hitting the top of my head like drumsticks.
I was cold, shivering from the rain; my dress was drenched and my heels were filled with pools of skywater.
The lampposts were illuminating the path and nothing else.
Every store and building was closed, so I had nowhere to go.
I hurried down the street. My heels clomped on the street, and I prayed that the world would do good for me that night.
Something told me, maybe hell, that it wouldn’t.