When Creatures Gather

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 06 Aug 2022
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7 comments
 

Shadows assemble

like a puzzle

shivering up and down

as they crawl out of the dawn.

 

These slippery shapes

move slowly towards me

and their granite faces

appear tight-lipped

each creating a scream that

must emerge.

 

I want to run away

to a space when I was

just a child and my eyes

feasted on dreams

of too much ice-cream

and a rainbow coloured taste.

 

But the images just before me

are alive & squirmy

with long teeth which

now descend from bulging

& bleeding lips.

 

I sense they are on a mission

yet I know not why

and I fear for my safety

because I believe

they are coming to EAT ME!

 

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Certificate PG
Poem
TOPSY-TURVY
Horror

Comments

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

This is my first HORROR article ever. I hope you like it.  -RLP

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhymes And Reasons on

'The woods must be crawling with ghouls tonight.' A Scary Story! :)

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Yes, JP - better run while they are munching on me. -RLP

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Your poem reminds me of the many forest mysteries of creatures that walk between worlds. The American Indians believed in shape shifters and not just in their imaginations.

A great nightmarish write.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Something different for me, Jenny. Thanks for the nice comment. We are experiencing very HOT weather - phew.  -Richard

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

Zombies! Love the movies, gruesome! Loved the one where this Zombie breaks of the guy's thumb holds and civilized eats it dainty like a drumstick.

Kind of Covid too, well we got through that hey? Or have we? Now it's war what's next, could be nothing, MAD – Mutual Assured Destruction. Hope not.

All the best Richard! Looks like you're good at the horror stories! Tom

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thanks Tom- the actual ending was-

heard above the feasting

licking & smacking 

of lips - cast over one

of those eyeballs.

 

Richard L. Provencher