You Go Out Dressed Like That?
Jan 17, 2024
Terrified man in a lavender suit,
Burgundy bow tie and gator skin boots
Causing a scene on the northbound train,
Refusing to enter the cold, dark rain.
Out past the turnstile, danger awaits,
Alien lampreys disguised as wood crates.
His pleas growing desperate, they drag him outside,
Where the warped midnight sun casts a pale, emerald light.
Quick, furtive glances cast over his shoulders,
With each shaky step, the shadows grow bolder.
Chittering evils observe his advance
In the shape of shop windows, spare car parts, and plants.
Spying a bar, he stops in for a drink
To give himself strength and a moment to think.
The creatures fear light, but can take many forms,
And his visions obscured by this petulant storm.
At last it’s last call, Douglas whimpers and groans,
And asks the bartender, “Can I use your phone?”
She smiles and nods, passing him the device.
He calls his friend Mark, hears the phone ring but twice.
“You know you can’t run,” comes an uncanny voice,
‘Fore his ears bitten off, mocking monsters rejoice!
He falls to the ground, crying out in raw pain,
Unrestrained terror now flooding his brain.
The bar stools distort, twitching limbs spring to life,
He searches his coat for his long handled knife.
He slashes and stabs in a manner most frantic.
More beings are drawn by his animal panic.
Black liquid oozes from deep lacerations,
Yet no score of blade strokes can bring him salvation.
As one creature falls, seven more take its place.
His stamina fading, veins bulge in his face.
They soon overwhelm him, his fate is assured,
The bauble he stole was the parasites lure.
They came for his soul, ate his body as well,
And dragged him down screaming to his private hell.
The pendant lies dormant now, dreaming of days
When a new broken soul will fall under its sway.
Sup everybody, day 15 of sharing my #poetry. If you like #horror, #mimics, and #cursedobjects, this one is for you. Thanks for taking the time to read it, enjoy!