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by Adam Sass

All your companions
And co-conspirators
Have come out from
Their cracks in the floor,
Haunts beneath the stairs.

Oh, the ears on that one,
The teeth, the tail on the other.
Who could love them,
The way they seethe and sulk,
The way they simper.

They want food,
Motherís milk, a bent ear.
They have a lot to say,
All nattering at once,
Never as one.

Watching them gripe and gabble,
You grow weary,
Sway like a sapped tower, and
Topple into their midst.

Half-awake, you feel little hands
In your hair,
Bare feet on your neck.
The skin is soft,
The nails, sharp.