Nervous
Itchy
Spastic
Twitchy
Slithering
Slathering
Suppurating
Squirming
Sheet pulled up
Eyes r0ving
Pulse racing
Where?
There!
In the shadows
Crawling
Giggling
Cackling
Grinning
Personal demons dance, taunting
SPLAT!!
Bloody bird viscera
Gory
Sliding down window pane
Nauseating slime trail
Red, black, feathered
Above the dark enshrouded corner
Hairy legged
Fanged
Multi faceted eyes
Weave a webbed prison
My essence ensnared
Wings ripped off
Fluids suckled
Carcass sucked dry
Neath the bed a wiggle
Fingers walk out
No hand connected
Twitching
Pointing
Beckoning
A sussurus
Wafts through
A crack
In newly speckled pane
Carrying carrion stench
Crematorium mists
Coppery
Tangy
Almost sweet
Here above the funeral parlor
My friends gather
Whispering
Tantalizing
Invitations
One hand slides from beneath blanket
Groping
Seeking
Cold
Frigid air
Specter weather
Perhaps it’s my dear mother
Currently resting in pieces
In the morgue below
Her carcass mutilated beyond recognition
Back to repay me in kind.
I don’t believe she can wield the bone saw
SO…
Good night
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Comments (1)
Oooo, I loved how creepy and dark this was hehehehe. Fantastic poem!