Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

My Dark Curtain

Do you hear me
clicking my claws on the wall?
That's to let you know
                      I'm coming.
Do you feel
my breath on the back of your neck?
That's to let you know
                      I'm here,
drifting out of the shadows
just to let you
      feel my presence,
then back I slip
into the darkness
      to lurk there,
                           your personal nightmare.

I reach out my claw
from my dark curtain
and rip it across
       your back,
just to let you taste the future,
I sit back
licking your flesh
from my sickle like apendage,
listening to the music
of your whimpers,
    waiting,
             waiting,
enjoying your cowering
in the middle of the room,
                           your personal nightmare.

I lunge from the blackness,
left, right
tearing to ribbons
the skin and muscle
of the back of your thighs,
the screams you release
make my ears
     tingle in ecstasy,
as I sink my teeth
    into your side,
and when your blood
hits my tongue
the pleasure I feel
ripples like a pond through me,
                           your personal nightmare.

You hear
the crunching of bone
and feel
the flesh peel off
your body
in an artists rendision of pain.
Your howling
has dried up
to a pitiful rasp,
barely audible
over my teeth
grinding on
      your calcium frame,
then back to the shadows,
                           your personal nightmare.

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