The Night She Cried
“Chrisss,” it whispered.
Loud enough to wake me from my sleep.
Now only silence and darkness followed by
A woman’s whimpering as she weeps.
I can keep lying here imagining
All the strange things it could be.
But I feel the need to check my kids.
I feel the need to see.
Or maybe the need to be prepared
For what evil might be lurking.
To check beyond the window blinds
For eyes that might be looking.
To check beyond the closed up door
That leads to above our bed.
Into the attic filled with dusty things
Above where I rest my head.
And all the dead, forgotten people
Who’d once held the Genovese name.
All the grandpas and the uncles
And the cousins and their dames.
All the same to me, I’d rather not
Climb up onto that ladder.
Rather not be brave or peek inside
To find the source of the random clatter.
Doesn’t matter, let her bawl and sob.
Let her taunt me here.
But I am going back to bed right now,
To hell with all her tears.
Cause my fears are strong and my wife’s asleep
So fuck that bravery shit.
I’ma keep my nervous ass downstairs
Till that ghost calls it quits.
Until she sits right next to me
On this bed and asks me if I care.
Until she grabs me by the arm
And tells me, “I’m right fucking here!”
I’m right here and I refuse to set
My legs upon the floor.
I refuse to take a single step
Outside this bedroom door.
At my core, I know there’s something wrong.
There’s something in this house.
There’s creaking and there’s squeaking
And it’s not a fucking mouse.
My mouth is feeling dry
And my hairs are standing up.
My wife is dreaming peacefully
While my heart begins to thump.
There’s a bump and then a croak
And then a whine and then a moan.
I hear children out there singing
And I feel so all alone.
They’re out there giggling and laughing,
While my kids quietly sleep.
Sounds like a playground in the kitchen
While my kids don’t make a peep.
I can’t keep myself together
So I’m here falling apart.
I’m wrapped up in this blanket
And can’t calm my racing heart.
So I start to nudge my wife a bit
And ask if she’s awake.
She’s not so I make sure she is
With a persistent little shake.
I take her hand and rub it
And I tell her I need help.
That I’m hearing things and to tell the truth
I’m simply scared as hell.
A bell tolls in the distance
And my wife’s eyes change to red.
I fear a demon has taken over her body
And it seems I’m good as dead.
Her head transforms to that of a beast
With fangs and a wrinkled face.
Her body is covered in blisters and hair
And I fear she wants a taste.
She wastes no time in killing me
As her nails rake out my eyes.
She cackles as I gurgle blood
And I choke upon my cry.
As I fade I kind of wish
I’d checked on all that crying.
Maybe then I’d be here fast asleep
Instead of slowly dying.
© Carver Pike