I Am the Thing

I am the thing that lurks in your home

What you hope not to see when you look in the mirror

I am all sinew and gristle, blood and bone

You feel me linger when you’re all alone

I never go far but I never get nearer

I am the thing that crawls in your home

You never will see me, if you refuse to be shone

Hold close your loved ones, and those you hold dearer

I am sinew and gristle, blood drenched bone

You thought you’d forget me once you were grown

But now that you’re older you sense me much clearer

I am the thing that writhes in your home

Breathe in your last of heady burial loam

I am your fate, no matter what path down you veer

I am all gristle and sinew, your sun bleached bone

Listen, what’s that sound? That deafening drone?

You can taste it now, the palpable fear here.

I am the thing that lurks in your home

Sinewed, and gristled, and all bloodied bone