faceless monster

in his nightmare he always senses
a fearful state
that feels somewhat familiar
(has he been here before?)
yet strange and frightening all at once
though he cannot really
see its face

big black blob
peppered with grayish stains
scattered around its edges
like someone splashed coffee
on yellowing old newspaper

many a time he hopes
it’s not what he thinks it is

deep down he knows
he’s looking right into the eyes
of a faceless monster
any day now it will come and suck him
into a vacuum


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