Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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… I wake up, my hand plastered to the bed.

My nails tear through the sheet of red.

My eyes like a hawk, wide open with fear,

Glued to ceiling like a wallpaper near!

Suddenly a black panther jumps into me;

And vanishes at once behind a tree.

Not expected, I see a lot of sand;

While I lie in  a pool on the bed next to my hand…

… Dreaming to be in a jungle, yet running for my life.

Trees reaching out, branches cutting me like knife.

Trying to untangle me from branches, I turn.

The leaves suffocate me, don’t let me return.

Twigs scratches my legs, oh, how they hurt.

I come to a dead-end on the dirt.

The black panther awaits my sigh.

I see grace in his eye…

… I wake up in a cold sweat;

Moisture drips from my face with threat;

Like water from faucet, I am wet.

It is hard to breathe, so upset!

My pillow clings to my face.

Sweat pours in every place.

My legs are knotted in my blanket.

The panther’s hair stick up like a net.

It’s jabbing me so straight that I moan.

The curtains are wildy blown.

… I get up to grab the door;

But find myself not able to soar.

I hold to the panther’s paw to get up and run;

But its nails dig into me, not fun.

I collapse with fear,

Terror, horror, me they tear!

I am clueless when I wake up from sleep;

Not remembering a thing as I weep.

On my body I see claw mark.

I wonder how I got them in the night’s dark!! …

sunlight through window



Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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