-Creep

As the creep stands in the door way The only red upon its lips Seems to move With swift. Where bounty have hunts and toads are flying. Despite reality, of beauty that falls short. Grace where it once laid And risen to the moon as it lays with the sun. Trust the air to breathe new life And surprise the fallen tears. Where it hits pavement and bury cracks. To sing upon a calling And grace pews, smelling of cologne And perfume. Of pages and carpet, and the food filled cafeteria. Hear the clicks of the soles and bottoms. Watch while it’s there And stare so knowledgeable. Become that creep.