Dead Dame

Tippity tap
scritch
subtle howl in the air
a nibble
a threat
felt
sensed
glance around
over shoulder
on the ground
oh my god
you stupid ass 
run 
run 
run!
Laughter 
glee
horror felt
set aside 
movie’s done
reality returns
shrug on jackets
October’s frost
lays on the ground.
Crackle snap 
tongues of cold
nipping at nose
blow upon numbness.
Creep slowly
raise self up
peer in window
fingers burned to sill
nothing to see
black all around
hair raised
on back of neck
did you hear that sound?
Graveyard creeps
mist
spooling low to ground
leaves
crisp
tainted smell
fear rises
suddenly
bad idea it seems
though felt 
bonded through time
now was not the time to greet.
Turn to run.
Turn to flee.
Holy shit
um
howdy?
Glowing in darkness
lips
black with blood 
eyes ablaze
lust 
uncontrolled 
body 
willed forward
fear rises
until
nothing
your mind
an empty horror
turned
mush
now you have become
turned
her obedient familiar.
Drool
senseless
time lost
no longer able to laugh
no longer able to cry
no longer able to run
like you yelled at that dumb dumb
(in the movie
now you are one)
 
 
©October 25/20
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Hunger Abated

Time
history glutted on myths
on tales told true
forgetting though
those tales of old
about monsters and what’s due.
Close the shutters.
Lock
bar them tight
ignore that tapping you hear
for should you open the door
no one be found
for no one is there.
Yet once the door is closed
a chill descends
mystery odor
cabbage mixed with sewer
mixed with blood?
Prowl the house
check under the bed
closets are sealed tight
sashes locked
low mocking laughter
are you just being paranoid?
Family manor
derelict
run down
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
burning it down
would bring relief.
Candle light flickers
cool breeze
licks your ears
sudden screech
piercing to the inner core.
Drop the candle
run run run
my sweet little one…..
as always
I shall dawdle
letting you get a head start
before I swoop in.

©Oct. 30/19
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