Whisper Man
A laugh
can be more terrifying
than a roar or a scream
in the wrong light,
In the long night,
Lunatic giggles
Idiot he-haws
Obscene chuckles
When the quiet hour, the full moon time,
Spreads its leathery wings
Jaw aching, teeth chattering,
Cruel cold
Spits sleet at your window
The monster slobbering down the glass
That sound...
That ugly, witless noise
Turns your knees to rotten fruit
Your emotions become demons toys
a sweating statue
Only your eyes able to move, jittering
Hyper awareness
Night vision and your hearing acute
You can almost count the stitches
of your shirt through the skin of your back
Every minùte tick, Every quiet whoosh of air
Noticed like a stripper on stage
Ancient supernatural powers,
animal instincts
Awaken to the thrumming of your over active heart
Short blips, images, stutter brightly
In your mind
A painted clown face with evil teeth
Wall-eyed stare no where near funny
A corpse with skull decomposing before your eyes
The blue- black face that haunts you
Arms aching to feel the weight of him
Time to shut the doors, bar the windows, lock the box in your mind…
Time to tell the whisper man enough is enough
Remind yourself of the words of truth…
“Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep d your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.”
Rinse and repeat
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