Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 In the Dark

To a Christmas tree farm I go.

I'm going to cut my own tree.

I find the one I like, and so

I start cutting with energy.

And then I hear a wailing sound.

The tree branches begin to shake.

Tree roots come rising from the ground.

A quick escape I try to make,

But find I cannot move at all.

A sticky sap that smells of fir

Engulfs me and over I fall

Then ev'rything becomes a blur.

I wake up in the E.R. and

Remember but don't understand.