Death

He is in the shadows

He is in the shadows near my house

And He stalks me

The moon lights a black shadow on the floor

As He slithers across the

Cold damp wood

The metallic scent of rust

Rust and fear

Make His eyes dilate

And His senses perk up

Sharp, dirty fingernails

Scratch the window of my

Living room

And His breath clouds

The cool glass

He won’t be violent

There is no need for Him to be

And He knows

He has done this before

The lock clicks

The door creaks

And He comes for me