Wicked

By: Scott Reinwand

Crawling on all fours.

Head tick, tick, ticking.

Nails sharp on the floors.

Talons click, click, clicking.

Heads up, up in the rafters.

Bodies dead on the ground.

They’re drip, drip, dripping.

Hand around your throat.

Skin is rip, rip, ripping.

Quiet, sh, sh shh.

It comes out at night.

Don’t want it coming for you.

I heard it’s got eyes deep in its head.

Flesh with a scent so deturing.

So disturbing.

Long hair, black and drooping.

Flying, into blood it’s scooping.

There’s a new noose it’s looping.

And just so you know:

I heard it likes the toes.

Hanging off the beds.

Don’t mess with those.

It’s pulling off heads.

Talons, they’re click, click, clicking.

Tongue out, it’s lick, lick, licking.

Sh, sh. Stop your kick, kick, kicking.

This is where you scream.

I’m living the big dream.

Eating you up like ice cream!

Don’t get it wrong, did I scream?

Blow it up, see it on the big screen.

Only got this far because I’m running.

Eyes open, honey I’m stunning.

Staring, bodies burning.

Open, gut is churning.

Only got eyes for you.

Here’s a jar!

What’s that face for?

Don’t mind him, here’s…

Hanging in there.

Laughing.

I only come out at night.

Teeth out, taking flight.

Cackling.

You’re wrong, I’m right.

Fists up, let’s fight.

I’ve saved this night for you.

Don’t you like me too?