The Feast

The Feast

A Poem by Brian W. Hastings
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A rewrite of a nightmare I could not get out of my head for weeks. Seriously, those sounds haunted me for a while.

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Across the foggy atmosphere
Of a seaside town so drear
My mind's eye played among the streets
Where infestations and dampness meet

If it was your house I'll never know
I only remember approaching it slow
Past tired wood and window pane
There issued a pattern that horridly remained

Rip
Squish
Smack
Squeak and moan
These sounds forever in my head did embed

Rip
Squish
Smack
Squeak and moan
I swear they were eating you in your bed

© 2012 Brian W. Hastings


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Added on April 19, 2012
Last Updated on April 19, 2012
Tags: cannibalism, werewolf, horror

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Brian W. Hastings
Brian W. Hastings

Cambridge, MD



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I am a horror writer and avid devourer of strange reports. I am very much into the paranormal and it inspires me to huge degree. I wouldn't call myself a gay fiction writer, but my main characters.. more..