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Demon Night
by Christina Sng
I welcome the light.
It has kept me alive
Since demons
Poured through
The open wormhole
In my laboratory.
They have devoured
Everyone there
And now they prowl
The residential streets,
Waiting for someone
To slip up
And leave a door
Or window open
For them to enter.
I see their shadows
Outside my window,
Curved claws tapping
To test the integrity
Of the glass, if they can
Easily smash it open.
But the windows will hold
As long as they are
Sealed and locked.
Triple-paned, triple-walled.
This was a precaution
I took long ago.
I shine my torch
At them, listen to them
Sizzle and burn
Until all that remains
Are the faint wisps
Of smoke
Swirling lost
In the darkness,
Fogging up my window.
I draw the curtains,
Keep the generator alive,
And wait for the sun to rise.
Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Christina Sng:
A Collection of Nightmares
Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
An excellent and darkly sinister poem.
Good one, Christina!
I love all poetry but dark poems like this have a magic of their own – good work!
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