It Stands In The Shadows

 

By Mike Defendant 

 

Early in the morning when the clock strikes 3, something here is lurking and it's searching just for me.

 

It's got slimy hands and giant wet feet. It's looking for human, it's looking to eat.

 

Old rags for clothes, I don't know the age. It's filled with lots of hunger and it's filled with lots of rage.

 

It stands in the shadows by the foot of my bed. Is thing living or is this thing dead.

 

It smells familiar. Some smell I've forgotten. But not from a good time, this smell is so rotten.

 

It crawls and it creeps, it continues to stare. It waits for me to sleep again or be unaware.

 

It growls a low growl, it takes a deep breath. Once again here I am thinking about death.

 

It starts to eat me, it's going so fast. This very sentence could be my last.