I have a new poem, right in time for Halloween. Beware of the decorations, people.
A grey crepe paper streamer hangs
So low, you can feel its mouth rasp,
Whiskers on the skin of your nape.
Hear its wispy breaths and gasps.
You reach up to bat it away.
Fingers break cracking skin.
The tissue membrane sunders.
A ghastly world gushes in.
Crashing on the other side,
Rushing like water freshly undammed,
Spirits bellow, hollow and howling,
Bright teeth glinting because they can.
They trample over your shoulders,
Scamper, claws digging into your spine.
A slither vice wrapping around your chest
Smelling of sulfur and putrid brine.
Now that paper’s not there to hinder,
You can hear their unsubtle whispers
“Dance. Bloody. Scavenge.” they screech
“It’s Halloween. We’re through the breach.”
If you want another Halloween poem, here’s one I wrote last year: Jackal Enters. It’s a spooky one about Trick-o-treating and Jack-O-Lantern’s.
Enjoy your candy.