Miasma (for Zazzles' Halloween comp.)

children’s countenance poke
through my Cush smoke,
chasing each other

shy, seen only from
the edge of my eye
leap for cover

arrested to the attic
emanating electrostatic
in their perpetual playground

their footloose footfalls
rebounding off walls
echo repeatedly resound

feeling like a foreigner
within giggling corners
when the sun sleeps

slightly unnerved
being observed
from the void while it creaks

simple child’s play,
so I chief away,
tolerant of their presence

as a miasma multiplies
behind me by
an evil essence

high spirits plummet
aberration swirls my stomach
into clutter

a form with no details,

whispers and wails
the entity utters

chastising the juveniles
belching bile,

declaring it’s domination

dispelling frost
foretelling loss
and the retribution I’m facing

the infinite animosity by
the catastrophic lit monstrosity
awaken me from my nightmare

guzzle a ice cold coke

go to the attic to toke

and stare

children’s countenance poke
through my Cush smoke...