We cower
Under covers
As if a thin sheet
Might save us
From these
Macabre horrors
Drooling, smiling,
Scuttling,
Red- bellied phantoms
Slither by Whisper in many voices
They drink fear
Revelling in it
Invisible children
With laughter
Turning into hate
Snuffling, shuffling
Coldly touching
Smiling, eyeless
Grasping, gasping
Terror, dark
Chuckling, biting
Surrounding, frozen
Wildly insane
Sliding, tripping
We hide from this monster
Cower
Down
But fail
...it's
inside
us
all...