Song From A Hole

By MJ

 

A bloody and gnarly hand stretched out;

His elongated fingernails gripped at the uneven ground;

His hands scratched at the cobblestone like fingernails on a chalk board.

As the sky began to drench the figure with rain,

His face winced,

Agonized with every drop that fell on his ragged body.

His mood darkened, his brows furrowed.

He began to grumble like a roaring wave.

He groaned like the broken line of a telephone,

It was a terrible thing to hear.

The sound resonated through my ear.

The figure tapped me on the shoulder,

And then, something terrible happened. 

The body began to sing.

He sang me a song of horror,

And I began to shudder uncontrollably;

That song,

Will haunt me for the rest of my life.