A girl

In the darkness of the room
No voice or sound of anything or anyone
The air becomes chilly as time passes by
A girl, a girl then appeared
She was running and screaming for help
All I can do is watch
The shadows getting closer to her
Wanting to catch the poor girl
I know that her death is nearing
She is out of breath
I’m transported
Trees trying to talk
Branches brushes against each other as the wind passes
It’s night time
The moon shines brightly
But no stars to be seen
A scream is heard
The girl, the girl is screaming
She fell, and she knew it was her end
She shut her eyes
When she did, a light appeared
A hand was given to her
She was saved
But I’m not, for my case it was too late

-by Chyntia Siwi Zwastika