Let’s keep celebrating October early. How about another creepy poem?
FEEDING THE DEAD
There are dead things in my attic,
That play jump rope with cobwebs
And bounce on old furniture
Just to make the springs creak.
I can hear them, at night, during the day
Even when I’m asleep
Scratching at the floorboards in my head,
To remind me they’re still waiting,
And that they’re always hungry.