THE CANDLES TAUNT ME (poem)

The candles flicker as I sit

and listen to the wind scare

the bejesus out of me.

Out of nowhere, it comes,

and I think something

is out there.

I hear trees and bushes rustling;

I wait for a cat to wail but it never does.

It stops, and I figure I have to close

this screen door.

No fucking way it's staying open.

No fucking way...

When the screen slams shut, I hear

something else as I spin my head

and hear the loudest creak

in my life coming from

upstairs.

A chill sweeps by my face and I

can feel the candles taunting me.

I watch them until they melt.