Oh! There it is—you see it?
Check, please . . . no, really.
Check for the contours not quite right
The facets that fail to catch the light
It's there . . .
Watching, waiting, salivating,
Perspiring amidst the wiring of a brain unglued,
a palette desperation-hued.
Corpse-eater, belly-bleeder, shame-seeder, horror-breeder!
It's there . . .
scritch-scritch-scratching
body-snatching
virus-catching
—Never thought you'd see it, did you?
Never thought I'd be it.
Well.
I am temptation realized, the nightmare-on-my-street serialized.
You think you're safe from me . . . ?
Beware.