Notes About The Poem
Published online
in Rogue Poetry Review
(under another title)
Deadly Nightshade
He lingers there, suspended in air
with one eye blue and one green,
bulbous nose, long pointed toes
and nails shaped like castor beans.
His see-through skin is so thin
it glimmers an eye-popping sheen-
resembles whey, neither white nor grey
but shimmers somewhere in between.
Intestines twine like twisted vines
backed by a neon purple spleen.
His chest is bright, flashes a light
with a rotating, multi-hued beam.
His mouth, a red smear, wears a leer.
One eye shines with a feral gleam.
My throat is tight, frozen in fright,
momentarily unable to scream.
My mouth is so dry I can barely cry,
"Oh God, let this be a dream.
Please . . . let it be a dream."
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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