Frantically sprinting
Down a corridor of twilight
Dead end reached
Grabbed violently
Spun around 180
A figure with a twisted spine
The shape of an S
Mouth unhinged
From out of it came
A static voice:
Once I make a fist
Some life will be dismissed
11 inch long fingers
Bundled together
Like a dead spider's limbs
Awoke I sat up in my bed
Upon my nightstand
Light emerging
The phone is ringing...