Poem-The Visitation

I am a real fan of the horror form and this poem is my attempt to pay it homage.

THE VISITATION

Manifests.

To the child, a horror dream.

Voices, litany.

Whisper

what

they carry away

replaced

little boxes, doors,

low. The boxes move

themselves, rearranging and

interlocking.

Making a corridor.

A door swoops down the end of.

Bangs open and shut.

With a scream.

The child writhes in bed.

Mother, framed in the door, brandishing a bible, screaming at

the demon crouched over the boy’s body.

The wraith’s eyes dilate with hate.

Inducing hallucinations.

Entranced, the mother

stands babbling spit.

Wraith turns to the boy and dives back in