Shawn L. Bird

Reverberating agony

extruding writhing beasts

into the world.

Succubi at the breast,

wails in the night.

Small shrieking terrors

racing up corridors, escaping

in department stores.

Feed them. Mind them. Hold them.

Love them. Drive them.

Pimple popping, attitude rocking,

trouble stalking.

Feed them. Love them. Release them.

Celebrate them.

Wait for them.

Wonder what

went

wrong.