MicroHorror

Spade parts earth
Time and again
Across his face
A wicked grin

Memories of friends of past
And those he’s met not yet
Soon the soil will be replaced
Though some will be left over…
Or so it is I bet

In the hole a friend will be
Laid in their final nest
Chances are you’ll not escape
But end up like the rest

He’ll invite you for some supper
Perhaps a spot of tea
Lured to his lair
It’ll be just you and he

Dinner comes and goes
You throw some brewskies down the hatch
The spider spins his web
You’ll be an easy catch

Soon the sky burns amber
As daylight starts to die
He invites you to the basement
Says he’ll get you high

Beer in hand descending
The dank and slippery steps
Eyes peering eagerly
Into the darkened depths

Fumbling in the darkness
A finger finds a switch
Then a click, the room is lit
Your eyes adjust, your throat is slit

A bottle falls to the floor
And drains on stains of red
Stains of those before you
Stains of those now dead