It Slithered
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Darkness caressed it.
I heard it before I saw a piece of it,
a bit?
Black & shinny But so, so cold, It froze the air, my thoughts said it
Exquisitely tiny but, It was unafraid, bold, To come so near Suddenly, Panicking in fear, My heart tearing up my chest
I ripped open my vest, To breathe to swallow, As I heard it's cackles, Raising hackles On my arms such were it's sucking slithering charms Turning to dash away, I tripped,
Fell...&
Had to face it, Eye to eye...It grinned an unholy lopsided way
with one red bulbous retina, a still darker patina than I thought possible and grew cool, stronger I soon felt the pull, I couldn't breathe Staring into my face I can taste Hell's darkest secrets
My leg muscles race
But I'm still, so still no breathing or heartbeats
I'm dead!
Right there on the floor! Gone dissolved, no more, In my terrified, head, Heavy as lead instead, I knew as it slid from side to side with a sulfuric stench, I retched & gagged, resolved in my comatose fed brain what Was mirrored, sucking clinched to my eye when I flenched as it pinched my nose
I continuing to lie, It sucked, fed, Wiggled, munched, withered, crunched then slithered down to my toes. I knew without a doubt I was sucked dry for it was in truth a Devil's eye feeding withering searching in cold pursuit through the eire night of Halloween olde for sight of anyone's ashamed& unclaimed unholy weary soul
