Catch Your Death: II

“Catch your death. Catch your death”
There’s a quake in my heart
“Catch your death. Catch your death,
Is it time to depart?”

The hall floorboards are warbling
And so are these four walls.
Wide, white eyes spin in panic
“What have you done, you fools?!”

Wall paintings a-rattling,
The walls spit dust as they churn.
Hands grip armrests, white hot
“These dead will not be forgot!”

“Catch your death. Catch your death”
A stillness falls, lame.
“Catch your death. Catch your death,
Demon, what is your name?”

A breathing besides,
Any human lung-twitch,
Rasps in the corner.
Eyes catch, mouths flinch.

A shimmering form
Looms up, shawl covered.
The crockery cracks in a
Trembling cupboard.

“Catch your death. Catch your death”
A chuckle and a screech.
“Catch your death. Catch your death,
Beast, what do you preach!?”

A black mouths gapes,
Forms a translucent smile,
A puckered scream slips
“I’ve been waiting a while.”

#365DaysOfPoetry