The Bathroom, You Do Not Call In- So Thy Shall Come To You, for Annibel

A tall mirrored figure stands beside me,
I do not know the name.
I do not look
Yet sense the musky figure, not so much smelling as breathing in its soul.

Its shadow, multiple shitsues, haunt my  Rooms
Jumping up and down my walls
Yipping at my heals.


Babies layed bare in my bathtub
Laugh shriekingly
Sound Reverberating around the room.

The room is basked in a single colored double rainbow.

The open door a portal to the land of nether-

a marshy sunny place, decieving in it's looks.
Drawing you in.
The death boats sneak upon you,
You scream  -not today-   but it's too late
as your taken away through asparagus rieds. Through bright humid air, reminants of  the musky figure.

PAUSE

P.S. there might have been a purple cloak, a scythe, and a single lemon pepper wing involved. If  you do see it, it might be wearing overly feminine minx coats and slightly masculine carharts.
This figure sucks out the culture of the home it inhabits as well as being the bringer of boats.

PAUSE

P.S.S.
Shitsues bark to the rhythem of the babies cry,
More of a Babel, the babies know the shadow stands near
As the sister knows not to look
for if she does the boats will come to take you.

Written over several days at the beginning of December, 2019 around the 6th and 8th.Written in Athens Ga.