What I see

Spiders crawl out of the drains
and charge at my exposed feet.
Their joints flex and the hairs on
their legs bristle against mine as they climb,
higher and higher until they reach
my arms where they bite.

My arms grow hot, turning red and
erupting into a bluish flame.
The skin sears and blisters, peeling
where it can handle the fire no more.
The sound of my screams drown out
the crackle of the flame and the sizzle
of the spiders as they fervently try to 
escape from being cooked alive.

The flames dissipate, but
only to be replaced by the
monster emerging from the toilet.
It appears when I am not
fast enough to leave after the
deadly flush.

Televisions are the portal to
the underworld, where they
take your life away. When
darkness falls, it draws the demons
out of the shadows. They hunt me,
like a cheetah does an antelope;
caught when exhaustion
overcomes the body
and there is no fight left.
It pounces, killing.

Sleep comes, but bringing with it
nightmares that awake me.
The spiders have returned, running
across my bed as someone
stares at me through the window.
He watches, waiting for the
perfect moment to break through.
A gust of wind shakes the house;
a tornado blows me far away,
drifting me into peaceful insanity.