Who’s Next?
It is only during the gloom
of night, when the lights dim
and moon rises high,
when the shadows whisper
in the darkness, its lilting sounds
bouncing off the walls and
into the ears of the
three boys huddled underneath
the blanket. tails wagged
and sharp ears twitched as
tension rises and
anticipation starts to eat
them alive, the image of
the next flesh and
blood under their fingertips
bringing more satisfaction and
maniacal hunger than one
could ever imagine.
Art by
Leen