Horror Show

The monster's here. It's real. It's not
A fevered child's fantasy. It followed
Me to work this morning, watched me
Try to do my job, then struck with such
Ferocity that I was left to stand, hands
To my chest. Two bags of dog food
Dropped onto the floor. I moaned.
The monster struck again, again, again,
Again, convincing me that I should go.
I would have, but I was afraid the monster
Would be in my car, would kill me
As the movie monsters do, when I had
Told myself that I'd made good
My get-away. I stayed instead,
I calmed myself, and tip-toed
Through the store in hopes that it
Would not catch up with me.
It didn't, and I hurried home,
But I know that it wasn't fooled.
The monster once again is here,
And it intends to have its way
With me.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-22 at 00:20

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is indeed very frightening, Larry, and truly a fantastic write. I was spellbound and scared.

Spooky and brilliant.