One sleepless night I had a dream
About a shapeless beast.
No teeth with which to feast.
I heard it, though. It drifted in
Beneath my bolted door
And whistled through the cracks between
The boards upon my floor.
I filled with fear. My once-still room
Now whispered with the hiss
Of gentle, wispy, deadly drafts
Intruding like a kiss
Upon my lips. I hated it –
The sounds, the sense, the dread
Of moving winds and stirring drapes.
I trembled in my bed.
The place was filling up with it –
There was nowhere to hide.
It seemed as if my tiny room
Were drawing it inside.
The rush of gaseous molecules
In sinister pursuit
Poured into every opening,
Found each and every route.
My window, closed against the night,
Proved much too weak and thin
To keep this nighttime visitor
From pushing its way in.
The glass gave way under the stress
And shattered when it broke.
More vapor gushed into the room,
So thick it made me choke.
Across the room it gathered strength
Like an impending storm –
Its essence etched into my mind
Although it had no form.
It was a vicious, violent thing
Made not of stuff, but hate.
It flared with anger as it came,
Then stopped – it brought my fate.
I knew it was the end of me
But lay as in a trance.
Before it started in on me
I swear I saw it dance.
My clean white sheet was stripped away
Exposing my bare skin.
I shivered in the cold night air.
The End would now begin.
I heard a crunch then felt the pain
Streak up my legs and burst
Within my brain like a grenade.
It was but just the first.
My toes were ripped off of my feet,
Their juices then sucked out.
My shins were scraped down to the bones
Then, oh, I tried to shout!
I couldn’t, though. It stifled me.
I couldn’t force a squeak.
But then it cauterized my wounds
Just so they wouldn’t leak
And drain my blood and then my soul.
That would have stopped the joy
Of this pernicious, horrid cloud
That came here to destroy.
It mashed my toeless feet into
Two stubs of mangled pulp
And sucked the meat off of the bones.
I listened for a gulp.
The pain was nearly killing me
And still I couldn’t scream.
It was as if I had no mouth.
The vapor was supreme.
It worked its way up both my legs
Inserting poisoned blades
Made from the jagged, splintered shards
Of Hades’ finest jade.
The poison soaked into my legs
And traveled to my soul.
It killed me in a special way
And left a gaping hole
Where once there was a guiding force.
Now there was nothing left
Except my knowledge of the cloud
And its outrageous theft.
It took my will and left my flesh
For some godawful use.
Somehow I knew I would soon know
The cause for this abuse.
The vapor moved up to my face
And stole my breath away.
It sucked so hard my lungs collapsed
And nearly made me pray.
Before I could, the sucking pulled
My lungs out through my lips
And then I tried to fabricate
My own Apocalypse.
My front was ripped from neck to crotch
In one horrendous tear.
My insides spilled out on the bed.
I cried in my despair!
The floor, now littered with my scraps
Looked like a butcher’s drain.
It was a bloody mess that held
The remnants of my pain.
Though I was helpless in my stew
The savage couldn’t wait.
It drifted down onto the bed
As if it were to mate.
It swelled and thickened as it dropped
Upon the last of me.
In a gigantic gruesome gorge
It took my guts in glee.
It shredded them right where they lay
Then spit them toward the sky
As blood and other juices sprayed
Across the walls. But why
Should it have left my head alone
Until the final play?
My brain was there, of course, but now
That organ was small prey.
It was a prison for my mind,
Held in a bleak abyss
Just ’til the midnight visitor
Enjoyed his awful bliss.
In one climactic, awesome ploy
It sucked my left eye out.
My right eye, blinking, saw the rest
Of what this was about.
My ears and nose and mouth were filled
With concrete straight from Hell
In order to allow the skull
To hold the coming swell.
The jet spun round and funneled through
That gaping, eyebrow cave
That led into the place picked for
A villainous conclave.
Into the portal of my room
The cloud was rushing still.
A nearly endless stream of it
Spilled past my window sill.
As more of it went in my head
And filled the straining shell
My brain imploded to a mass
The size of one lone cell.
More vapor came and crowded in
Until the pressure crushed
The demon to a liquid state
But inward still it rushed.
The purpose of this awful binge
By now was plain to see.
The monster meant to use my skull
To spread its tyranny.
Inside my head it found a place
To concentrate its mass
And build an evil bomb out of
Its roving, searching gas.
All night the vapor came to me
And poured into my head.
Its liquid form was waxing hot,
Now heavier than lead.
Near dawn the devil still came on,
Though slowing down its pace.
Its bomb was nearly ready now
To spray the human race
With countless, vicious, hateful bits
Of concentrated, pure
Unholy, rank infectiousness
For which there is no cure.
But wait! My tiny brain could not
Withstand the gravity.
It then became in one great flash
Within a millisecond’s time
This miniature black hole
Had sucked up all the evil sludge
That crowded out my soul.
It kept on taking up the mist
That came into my room
‘Til morning sunshine hit the wall
And marked the vapor’s doom.
The room filled with the light of day.
A fragrant breeze brushed past
The drapes that hung on both sides of
The broken window glass.
A fly buzzed in and roamed about,
A creature weak and small.
It landed, gently, on a speck
Of something on the wall.
The door, once bolted, now swung in
And someone stepped inside.
My mother, hands on hips, stood there.
She looked around, then cried.
Her eyes were filled with shock and grief.
She clutched the door and shook.
She surveyed all the strewn debris
Then gave us that old look.
She kicked at something on the floor
To show her deep distress.
She screamed so loud the fly flew out,
“Who’ll clean this awful mess?”