Cutting

The image fades
Slowly and takes me willingly
Along without cause
I pause unsure

An edge like the wind
Cutting terror fear want
To pieces

I screamed as your legs
Landed next to my pounding head
Hearing the crunch crunch
Crunching of leaves
Long dead screaming to plead
Like a man who forgot
To speak his prayer before sleeping
To protect his soul
In case of Death's visit

Just for a moment
At the cliff's edge
Ragged I whimpered as the image
Faded into memory

Cutting my soul to pieces
Like shards of broken
Promises that threaten
Your sanity until
The images fade

Without notice
Like newsprint in the sun
As your legs become talons
Cutting my soft flesh
To pieces until I awaken

Slowly shrieking silently
Like the wind