Gray Day

Fog rolls in, silencing the now gray morning.
Breath freezes millimeters from face.
The stench of the city goes stale.
I’m wrapped in several layers, but my bones go cold in the marrow.
I sense danger, hair stands on edge.
Footsteps break through the dead earth.
I’m alone here, only me, and that thing.
Pace quickens, it comes closer.
Hand suddenly fades in front of me.
The world shrinks away, closer the beast comes.
I pray and plead, but to no avail.
I feel hot breath on neck, the last thing I ever feel.


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