Spooked

Tiny bumps of flesh rise to greet the threat

Of eyes following my every stride.

My heart quickens, and I begin to sweat

As I decide if I should run or hide.

The looming silhouette licks its lips

As it anticipates me as its feast.

Its lanky arms stretch, and saliva drips

As the fiend creeps forward, I see no beast.

Instead, all I hear is the hallway creak

And I smell the pungent scent of decay.

Still not knowing if my future looks bleak

I fulfill the role of complacent prey.

A breeze wooshes past, and I turn to see.

Was that my mind, or was somebody there?

My sight confirms that it is only me.

Standing in my home laughing off my scare

Oblivious to what lurks in the dark

My soul is drained without leaving a mark

I’m no longer full, I’m a hollow shell

Please, creature, spare me from this cold, dark hell.