Moonshine Elixir
MOONSHINE ELIXIR
My rose perfume scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir.
My eyes, wide and afraid at the pale monster
who glows with pinkish cheeks as he drinks.
I scream, from inside my brain, as my mouth
softly moans, “no...no…”
My friend strung a cross - pressed it to my heart,
but he snickered, for i’m far too close to the dark.
He forced a nurse to remove it — she wore it
to ward off the evil, that terrified my bedside.
He told her, as he licked his lips, “Keep it on,
or i’ll send you next, to the funeral parlor.”
She pulls out a hammer and a stake, “That
would be a grave mistake, monster! Watch
your back. I know where you live. Do you
have time to move before the moon is through?”
He seethes, taking it out on me, raping me
of the rest of my lifeblood. He screams
at the top of his unholy breath…
The nurse’s hair caught in its vortex, the stench
of death she can’t escape. He vanishes
and fearfully he is able to find a new residence.
She must always watch her back, be careful
that no one unhinges the clasp at the back of her neck
...not even her husband.
Each night she hears a horrible howl, the wind blows the windows
and doors, a pale reminder of the evil that stirs...
12/21/2018
See my poem Victorian Virtue
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