Death Spoke to Me Again Last Night

Author: Streeper Clyne

He comes in those moments before sleep sweeps across my brow, sinks me into nothingness. His words mere whispers. In my ear? My mind? I can never tell.

They encoil my heart and steal my breath as terror surges through me, awareness of my mortality palpable. His presence a shroud embracing me. Portending that which lies beyond my end.

“Why have you come? Why torture me so?” I ask.

“I am watching, waiting. Tonight is not the time, but I am close.”

A chill traces my cheek.

Then I am alone, the beat of my heart screaming in the dark.

Streeper Clyne writes fantasy and horror in short and long forms. Her work has appeared in The Wake Forest Review, Vine Leave Press 50 Give or Take, DarkWinter Literary Magazine, Black Hare Press Dark Moments, and Year Six Anthology. Streeperclyne.com