The Fonce by Ellen Donbeck
October 15th, 2009 | Published in Halloween Galore, Poetry
After hours, I awoke in a pool of sweat
And the realization that I’m very much not alone I look out my window for the comfort of sunlight Only to be mocked by the skyscrapers of the dead Why had I nestled here I thought So close to this restful sight, so loud in its eternity Ticking, taunting any peace My cover blown, I freeze My throat begging to be swallowed Dry, can’t breathe She’s here Underneath my nails I feel her creep into me She’s hungry For a moment I think I’ll run For a moment I think I’ll scream But that moment was all I had And now she will have me I wondered if I loved I wondered if I lived I look out my window for one last time Why had I nestled here I thought Away from the warmth of the sun Maybe I’ll get the answer After her dinner is done
And the realization that I’m very much not alone I look out my window for the comfort of sunlight Only to be mocked by the skyscrapers of the dead Why had I nestled here I thought So close to this restful sight, so loud in its eternity Ticking, taunting any peace My cover blown, I freeze My throat begging to be swallowed Dry, can’t breathe She’s here Underneath my nails I feel her creep into me She’s hungry For a moment I think I’ll run For a moment I think I’ll scream But that moment was all I had And now she will have me I wondered if I loved I wondered if I lived I look out my window for one last time Why had I nestled here I thought Away from the warmth of the sun Maybe I’ll get the answer After her dinner is done
Slow clap, clap, clap, clap. 
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