a holy experience

there are those people
that make your skin crawl
the moment they enter the room

no apologies come from
their tight lips
they simply offer the end
if they were to ever smile

you can't deny them
they keep coming
like a storm

their tongues are
a lightning strike
to everything you ever
believed in

their eyes are
a black hole
swirling,
sucking in everything
they come in contact with

if exposed,
they would eat your soul
and use the flap of skin
you left behind
as a napkin

they drain everything
in their wake

the last time
this happened to me,
i went for the door,
but there was another one
blocking my exit

i turned quickly
and bolted,
but was soon cut off
by a third

where the hell
are they all
coming from?!
i murmured

i snatched a bottle
from the table
and broke it against
the edge

get any closer,
and i'll use it,
i said

but they kept
coming,
mouths cavernous
and foaming

goddamn it!
get away

they surrounded me,
arms outstretched
and clawing

i hit the floor
and bolted
between their legs

there was fury in their
swirling eyes
as i looked back
one more time
to make sure i was
getting away

we will save you,
they said,
feed us and we will save you!

i hit the stairs
running
and before i knew it,
i was on the street

my breath was quick
i was panting,
but i refused to stop
until i knew for sure
that i was free

that's the last time
i ever set foot
in a fucking church again,
i screamed