Under the bright orb
Of a full Moon
A girl sits

Her eyes lifting to that brightness
Body trembling, softly
Lips part in a gentle sigh
She rises

Gaze lowering to her feet
They are bare –
And slide across the grass
Moving like that of a Ghost
But she is very much alive.

Stopping…
Turning…
Face upturn –
Wet moisture sliding

Trembling…
Shaking…
Shivering…

That rounded item seeking
Boring into her mind
Like the Brainsucker
She knows and allows
Arms lift, chest heaving

TAKE ME!

Screamed in silent communication

Nothing returned
Only the pulsing light of the Moon

Does it laugh at her?
Mock her?

Back to her knees she falls…
And fall…
And fall…

Seemingly into nothingness
As the Moon sits on high
Shining down upon her