Haunt

so do you hear the echoes of ghoulish gossip,
grimy and ripe with age,
seeping into your cracked door,
and through your vulnerable ears?

it's me saying hello,
and that girl you saw last week
is actually blue-skinned and wreaks
of insanity.

my teeth are inside your ear drums,
do you hear them gnawing on the muscles
and bridges of brain tissue?
because i do.
i'm there and i see you
and i don't like what is there.

I whisper my name in the tone of the moon,
if the moon had a voice,
it would really be ugly.
and that is me
and you like me.

you're turning green with fright
in the stone cold of night,
and i fear that you might
spill out of your window
like a flooded room.

your eyes are fishbowlishly round
and you cannot sleep
because you hear the ghoulish gossip
and the blueish girl weep.

but don't fret -
though this isn't over, yet.