Phantom Vessel

Phantom Vessel 

A phantom stalks my house tonight
Painting pictures of maggots with a muddy brush 
I can feel its hands around my neck 
I see the glowing green nails hungry for my aura 
A smoke engulfed the room 
Red strands of hair began to float elegantly in the air 
There’s a knock at my window.

Like a child running through time I sat and watched as the window shattered 
A smell of rotting wood mixed with an old man’s sweat came through
The sound of teeth chattering in the distance was closing in 
Shutting my eyes for meditation 
Praying to aliens for my salvation. 

Can you feel it? 
The floor shaking as it opens into a dark void 
Swallowing the house and me with demons whole 
Transported to a land of sweet fear and holy air I am the vessel that screams for you 
Watch as you sit alone
A ghost may come. 

© 2017 Randle Allshouse Jr.