The Fiend

When the curtains are drawn

And gloaming approaches

I discern the wretched fiend

My eyes turn upward

Like a jolt

It climbs up my spinal column

It urges me to infer dreadful verity

The rough fingers scoot down my neck

Gnarled nails slide right into me

as it legislates my intention

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