What's That?

Updated: Nov 3

Alana Halsted - October 28, 2022

Image by - Alana Halsted



What’s that sound?

Deafening in the silence:

The gurgles.

The scrapes.

The wails.

It's coming closer;

I must be quiet.

Breath quickening,

Pulse racing,

The thrum of electricity,

The tv static,

Faucet leaking:


Drip drip drip dr-

What was that?


It moved.

Oh god it moved!

I feel death encroaching.

Creeping in, suffocating.

It’s coming into the light.

Its scaly appendage reaches.

Claws the size of my leg,

Eyes glowing,

Jaw unhinging,

Nostrils flaring,

Salivating,

Craving,

Deathly.

Hideousness in every crevice,

Every pore,

Every mark,


Every-

Oh lord it's right on top of me .


I feel every edge of its

boney body,

Slimy stomach,

Coarse legs.

I scream!


Nothing happens.


I'm still alive...

How can this be?

I look into its glowing eyes

But there's no malice,

No hunger,

No killing intent.

There’s only curiosity.

It gently touches me,

Caressing my cheek.

The creature nods lightly.

My heart still spattering,

I try to take back control

It groans.

I let the bête continue.

It touches my hair,

Following the strands

down to my shoulder,

Following the natural flow of my body.

It curls up on my lap,

Almost like a cat

My fears...

All amounting to nothing...

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