mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (03/27/84)
Moonrise!
Slick the hair
Tie the tie
Twirl cape-
Those eyes, those Eyes!
Tired streetlight leaner
Thin and hard but young;
Use the eyes, bare the throat
And now it's lips and teeth...
Liquid metal warmth
Red and rusted liquor
Lick the lips and finger tips
And feel the stomach bulging...
Streetlights fading
And grey the sky
A final napkin pass-
Close the lid
*****
You remember even when you try to forget
You know how it was-
There is no one alive
Who has not made the childhood error
Of staying out at night
Past the hour of fear;
Who has not walked wide eyed in the dark
Followed by a shadow of his mind
Trying without success, ever,
To walk, not run,
Knowing with sick dread that he will;
To run is the worst-
To hear it chase you
In your echoing footsteps
But that's not what you hear;
You know it's not
You know it's the one
The great fearsome horror
The thing from your dreams
A nightmare with claws
Blazing red eyes and
Sharp, sharp teeth. It grins,
You know it, grins as you run
And never look back
You NEVER look back.
mr.mincemeat
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