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Aghast and seemingly unable to
move, I watched as it pushed each of the eyes
into the sockets of its rotting head.
The limbs of the old woman twitched a bit
as the last life drained from her mangled skull
and eyeless sockets.  What her money bought,
almost a half a century ago,
had waited patiently for its revenge.
And then it looked at me, and grinned, and spoke.
I thought that I should die of fright right there.
As my mind reeled, the thing must have walked out.

10 

With criminally insane, I am now
confined.  No one believed me, then or now.
They try assorted therapies on me;
the failure rate is one hundred percent.
I still see it---both sleeping and awake.
The raw putresence of it lingers, still,
and evening shadows always take its shape.
That final moment of that awful night:
it looked at me, then stepped right over me.
It stared at me with those eyes, and a smile,
and from its slit throat came the words, "See ya."

Starward