NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED MIND
His face was sallow; extremely lean
No matter how you looked at him
He came across as mean.
Muscles taut, the clutch of his hands
Meanness radiated off him like a demand.
He walked down Main, looking right then left
Taking his time, walking as possessed.
Eye contact happened, then he moved on
The shivers hit quick, pulses soared
Bile rose up, many heaved
His looks felt evil
As if his soul was unclean.
Three blocks down, he stopped.
He looked around, saw he had a crowd
He stood at the crossroads
He began to smile.
Both arms rose, held out on either side,
Unclenching his fists
His hands opened wide
Gasps were drawn, by the sight,
The dirtiest of nails. They were a fright.
All eleven, long and deformed,
Broken, cracked, tips came to a point,
From each nail, black drippings fell
He cracked each finger, one at a time
The sound ran through everyone’s spine
Slowly, he brought them to his lips
First, he licked the tops
Then gave them all a kiss.
Having their attention, quaking where they stood
All their fear and disgust bled his way.
He looked around; smile fell away
Reversing his actions, first his fists shut tight
Both arms descended, taking their time
He laughed just once
Shook his head, commenced his walk.
He began to slither on.
Everyone scattered each and every way.
‘Devil walking’ many whispered, still to this day.
He just kept walking away
He’d look left, then to his right
He kept on walking, into the night
He kept on stalking
Till he was out of sight.
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