The Beast

My car breaks down in the middle of the night.
There are no other cars, or house in sight.
It's so dark, I can hardly see.
I feel like something is watching me.
I start to walk and hope help comes soon.
Something suddenly howls at the moon.
My blood freezes and my pulse quickens.
A chill in the air as the fog thickens.
A noise behind me makes me turn around.
I stop and listen for another sound.
Movement in the mist catches my eye.
What I see next, makes me want to cry.
A vicious beast covered in fur.
My faith fails and makes me unsure.
Massive jaws that drips gore.
Eardrums pop as it starts to roar.
Bloodshot eyes that exudes hate.
I start to run and do not wait.
Padded feet upon the street.
Breath on my neck, I feel the heat.
It sinks it's teeth into my shoulder.
Blood drains and makes me colder.
I fall to the ground in searing pain.
I cry out, but my plea is in vain.
In the blink of an eye, it rips out my throat.
My soul leaves my body and starts to float.
Looking down, I watch it feast.
The gypsy was right, beware of the beast.

Story ID:	3653
Written by:	matt w bridgeforth (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:	none
Story type:	Poem
Location:	dark stretch of road usa
Year:	2007
Person:	me