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.”