Haiku
Rattlesnake. Content Warning.
rattle, rattle, hiss— i~risss, no, no, father, please— whimper—nhhh—weep—kiss. . . Footnote for the squeamish: Yes, I picked a real monster over the rubber kind. He doesn’t drip ectoplasm; he pays bills on time and volunteers at school fetes. That’s the trick, isn’t it? Evil with a receipts folder. If this reads like a dare, it is: look straight at the thing under the bed when it’s wearing a tie and asking about homework.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
