A Thing in This Town

There was a thing is this town, or so I’ve heard,

but all of those stories seem completely absurd.

Albeit explicit, I’ll give them that much,

I just feel like it’s all children’s camp stuff.

They’d say it’s all green, it’s breath worse than bile,

I simply shrug, it sounded too wild.

I have too much to do, I’m not a dumb child.

I have taxes to pay, and papers file.

I go to my room and shut all the blinds,

and try to ignore those dumb children outside,

sharing and spreading their ignorant lies,

their nonsense still spanning all over the sky.

Out of the weather, I go up to bed,

their voices still bouncing around in my head.

I pull up the covers and cover my eyes,

but my body awakens as I hear several cries.

These cries are abnormal, they’re painful and twisted

like the shrieks of creature stuck in between pistons.

I want to say uncle, I want to go hide,

I want to stop the urge to cry.

But as soon as the tears come, the cries all but cease,

and I see that this may be my one chance of flee.

Like my life was a stake, I got out of bed,

but I was careless and flimsy, and I hit my poor head.

I awaken next day, all pummeled and bruised,

I open my eyes, and I only see hues,

of those small little dots you see in your eyes,

that cease to exists when you blink a few times.

What did I do to have such delusions?

How could I’ve seen such realistic illusions?

I jump to my feet and then run to the mirror,

but in the reflection, a shadow draws nearer.

As the shadow withdraws from out of the corner,

and turns from a blob to an unsightly horror,

I can see it’s all green, and has breath worse than bile,

a description I though just sounded too wild.

As the creature approaches, and yanks at my torso,

and shakes me around like it won the lotto,

there was only one thing I could think that moment,

and no, it wasn’t about the torment.

It wasn’t about the monster’s cruel actions,

It wasn’t even about it’s lack of attraction.

No, all I could think at that current time,

was the fact those damn kids were right...

#ChrisCurranCarderelli #Poetry