Rustling Hedges

Deep in the darkness of abandoned woods,

I hear a voice softly whispering my name.

I feel a cold breeze tickle my neck,

making each hair stand on its end.

I see red eyes peeking sharply through

rustling hedges in the distance.

I taste fear on my tongue and lose my breath

as I decide to run for my life.

Saffie
22

Round 7 of site contest:
Lap: 1 ... Prompt 2. 8 line poem.