Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2014 | Page 44

Fear Carmina Anna Catalan Deranged eyes roll back and hot spittle flies Watch and stare and see how the madness drips Like poison from pale, thin and twisted lips. In the distance, down a hall, a child cries. And when the sweetest music sounds like lies And from raw and ruined throats a scream rips, It’s vile and bloody and shivers nip Through layers of self-control, consumes and dies. Be afraid not of soft sounds that you hear Boogeymen lurk under every bed Be afraid instead of stranger’s dark leers Believe true in instinct’s deep-seated dread And when you can taste those bitter salt tears Note stark contrast to metallic bloodshed. 44