The Wolf

The nightmares are back.

But this time, I do not think they are going away. If anything they are getting stronger.

I can smell the cigar smoke, i can hear his laughter from behind me.

He is the wolf when i write about him, the wolf to sound as story book as possible. The wold because i want to believe it was all a make up story, some sick.. horrific, folk take that has never left my mind.

Every time i blink he is standing there under my fingers nails.

Every time i blink i see him hovering over me.

I punch and kick at him begging for someone to help me, Begging for someone to hear me.

He wont get off.

He wont get off.

im begging. screaming. scratching.

The wolf has me under his claws and stuck in between his teeth.

He was me in his trap.

I run away as fast as i can.

I dont want him to hurt me again.

Too bad the wolf is fast.

HELP.

It was only a dream.

Right?

I blink again, he is back.

The big bad wolf is here to blow my happiness down.

blow my relationship down.

Blow my life down.

But this time,

he isnt leaving.