Snap. Crack
A hissing from the kitchen
How could the realtor
Leave out something else to mention?
.
With a weary mind
And a racing heart
I come upon a small boy
Hiding in the cupboard
.
His eyes are pure black
With no whites to be seen
He’s mumbling to himself
Words that are obscene
.
Suddenly his head turns
Towards me he stares
“We’ve been waiting for you
Now, come if you dare”
.
A tiny, cold hand
Leads me across the floor
“Close your eyes,” he
Tells me at the door
.
Where we were going
I did not know
He was strong and commanding
For such young growth
.
“I can make people hurt,”
He says with a smile
“I can cause you much pain,
So don’t be hostile”
.
Does your mother know?
I want to ask him
How did you, little boy,
Get so cunning and grim?
.
But when the door opened
I saw only bright light
And I awoke at the table
Next to a half empty Sprite
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