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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It Slithered By Linda Hays-Gibbs Darkness caressed it. I heard it before I saw a piece of it, a bit? Black & shinny But so, so cold It froze the air my thoughts said it Exquisitely tiny but It was unafraid, bold To come so near Suddenly Panicking in fear My heart tearing up my chest I ripped open my vest To breathe to swallow As I heard it's cackles Raising hackles On my arms such were it's sucking slithering charms Turning to dash away I tripped, Fell...& Had to face it Eye to eye... It grinned an unholy lopsided way with one red bulbous retina a still darker patina than I thought possible and grew cool, stronger I soon felt the pull, I couldn't breathe Staring into my face I can taste Hell's darkest secrets My leg muscles race But I'm still, so still no breathing or heartbeats I'm dead! Right there on the floor! Gone dissolved, no more, In my terrified head Heavy as lead instead I knew as it slid from side to side with a sulfuric stench, I retched & gagged, resolved in my comatose fed brain what Was mirrored, sucking clinched to my eye when I flenched as it pinched my nose I continuing to lie It sucked, fed Wiggled, munched, withered, crunched then slithered down to my toes I knew without a doubt I was sucked dry for it was in truth a Devil's eye feeding withering searching in cold pursuit through the eire night of Halloween olde for sight of anyone's ashamed& unclaimed unholy weary soul
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