[patrown]

he stood staring in the ice box, like men usually do,
choosing between bad eggs and spoiled milk.. unusually soothed,
by the hum of a motor in over drive, staring with vacant eyes,
when an egg carton started to slowly rise and fall,
Greg's mouth opened wide as one started to crawl,
with two spindly legs breaching the shell it's encased in,
it moved faster after a moment, and he watched in amazement,
as it reached the edge of it's glass shelf and fell through the sky,
landing to shatter its past self. what he saw felt like a lie.

no feathers and a black beak, Greg wished he'd cooked it last week..
but it was too late, his true fate and a new slate was laid bare as it screeched,
lunging forwards towards his ankles with a morbidly distorted beak,
Greg kicked it with his bare feet and broke it's neck, left bleeding barely,
he ran to his room and picked up the phone, told his best friend he couldn't be alone..

It was twenty minutes before Annie showed up and knocked on his door,
her knuckles rang against the oak for an eternity, she thought he ignored it,
turn of the knob.. click of the lock. her eyes couldn't see anything in the abysmal dark,
just a shred of light from the porch showed the marks on the floor,
trails of black blood leaked from a beak that pecked forward, dragging itself,
in a soundless motion it lurched towards her as she gasped and then fell,
she hit the ground while the world echoed with thundering steps,
Greg appeared hovering over her, bleeding from his eyes and gasping for breath,
his rapidly expanding chest heaved bloody mucous into her nose and throat,
both irises turned black with the ink of ancient demonic sermons, and closed.