Running from the Moon.
I begin by sauntering down a dirt road with the moon as my only light source above me in the sky.
The road begins to darken as I stumble on the overgrown vegetation; dulling my visibility.. I try not to allow the fear to rise up from within. My gate becomes more brisk.
I begin to tremble while running. I could smell the faint pumpkin scent as I approach the patch. I hoped this familiar scent would calm my inner fear. Instead, the rustling of the leaves makes my mind wander towards pleasant autumn thoughts- for a moment. I then expect to be snatched up by another force within these woods; leading to the partially fenced in garden. Very creepy.
My feet become completely tangled in the vines of the pumpkins which are haphazardly lying all over the patch.
As I try to detangle my feet, I feel the vines begin to tighten around me. I scream. No one would hear. I am scared. I want to trust that the only thing I should be thinking about is how the nutmeg, cinnamon and smashed pumpkins would taste. The autumnal flavors which- in any other circumstance should comfort! Sweet, creamy and delicious. I am day dreaming of a pumkin pie in the night. Still with my heart beating so hard I imagine the Moon turning into a ghost. My fingers are now trembling. I can not scream. Too scared. No one will hear me anyway.
October 18 2011