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Halloween Shorts (Haikus)
Creepy – 30day Halloween Poem Challenge – Poem #29
I bet I can creep you out in some small way…:)
What exactly are you scared of?
You sitting there, looking at your screen reading this.
A thousand things in nature perhaps may be just around
the corner. Waiting to meet you.
Be it man, an animal, a deformed creature or the unholiest of holies
in the night.
Some DO exist, and some may exist. You don’t really know for sure if they don’t.
It’s a big creepy world out there with big creepy things in it.
Do you need to go to the bathroom? Have a sit on the toilet.
Try not to look down and imagine something slowly crawling through the pipe
into your business. Is that the sound of very small teeth?
What’s your number? And is it up tonight?
You can probably say no. BUT you could be dead before the morn.
Singled out by that leery eyed little man down the street,
that’s taken a fancy to those beautiful feet.
He must have them for his collection you know…he must.
Oh, you’re at a party amongst your closest friends?
So you’re safe…sure, sure, no worries. He’ll wait.
Check your car, check your closet, check under the bed.
that’s where I would hide If I wanted you dead.
What’s that tickle in your throat?
What’s that rumble in your belly?
Something kicking and crawling to get out?
Now how did that find it’s way in? Perhaps through
your belly button.
Well after all, it is Halloween my friend.
by Philip Wardlow
No Where People – 30 Day Challenge for Halloween – A Scary A Poem a Day #4
You may see them as a flit out the corner of your eye.
A inky deja-vu at midnight as you walk the dark street.
Always at the edge they lurk.
Waiting. To pull you in.
If you are open to the blackness within their world,
just climb through the mirror or fall into the
mists which lay low to the
ground just before the break of dawn.
They perpetually linger, so
never think you are alone as you
slip into bed.
See that shadow playing off in the corner?
Simply a curtain through which they
Do you dare to pull it aside?
By Philip Wardlow