Only This Evil Excited

Only This Evil Excited

A whisper in the night
A spider in the sink
A thought upon your heart
That no one else would think

The swatting of the fly
The grit between your teeth
A sliver in the thumb
Pricks dormant fear beneath

You turn to the left
You turn to the right
You tell yourself you’re wrong
And you speak it out of spite

The cawing of the crow
The word that makes you numb
The sign above the door
The softly beating drum

The smoke that leads to fire
The knife that’s in your back
Your knuckles drained of blood
From nerves that make you crack

A whistle in the wind
A scab across your knee
A shadow cast at length
You try your best to flee