It

It

By jfarrell

 

(stephen King’s ‘IT’ - one of the best books ever written)

 

It doesn’t go bump in the night, and you know it;

And you know it isn’t under your bed or in the closet;

 

You can smell it’s foulness right behind you;

You feel it’s breath on the back of your neck

 

The hand slides over your shoulder, like a caress;

Then grips you, like a vice

 

You stumble to your knees, in terror

And see the darkest shadow tower over and engulf you

 

Caught; no escape

“Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served.”

 

 

 

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