My wife just let out a scream!
In the bathroom she has been.
I rush to the scene,
to find a situation grim.
She is pointing and jumping around.
White as a sheet is her face.
For a heart attack she seems bound,
as she flees from the place.
When I look and I see,
the reason for her commotion.
On the floor an image dark it be,
something vile and in motion.
It makes me shutter and quake,
as it scurries around,
to try and escape;
for death it is bound.
In a raging fit,
A quick action I’ve took
As I smash it to bits
under my stomping foot.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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