Nebulous shape in the night

A figure approaching the bed

Neath the sheets eyes shut tight

Silence perfected and then

Brace for the end...

Wrenched from hypnopompic state to a new nightmare

The feeling of falling hits hard like the cold floor

Flailing limbs, with no end in sight

A Biddiblak spell cast o’er the moon

Curled into foetal position, instinctually freezing

The dull thud of future bruising barely registering

Bleeding lip, broken bedside light

Glass bejewelled palms anticipate the next move

Crawling for the safety of the ensuite’s artificial glare

Momentary sanctuary, effulgence just ahead

Slam the door and bolt it, back against the tiled wall

Vibrations shake the foundations, enough to hold or will it fall?

“When will this cease?”

Whispered thoughts before sudden jarring peace...

Privily sneaking from refuge to survey

The aftermath barely lit by waning lunar beams

Blood spattered splinters and shattered chattels

The set dressing for this desolate scene

No sign of the predator remains

In the shadowy depths waiting to pounce again?

A path of destruction left in its wake

Passing debris with haste like dawn's burgeoning rays

Reaching the freedom of the outside world

A blast of fresh air stinging more than whilom assaults

The trail ahead framing a form in the road

Laying motionless face down exanimate on the asphalt

The carcass pained, a frothing rabid animal

Contorted expression of ineffable suffering

Consumed by a seizure, a sudden demise

Lifeless husk softly bathed ‘midst the fresh morning haze...