Though it wore no cloak nor carried a scythe
Me and Jim both…we knew it was him.
To see it in person…an ominous fright.
Its eyes close together; a predator like no other
we were locked in his sight.
Us two; his quarry, awaiting his burst.
Me; I was praying…don’t go for me first.
Terror-stricken…my heart quickened
My feet were like lead. Jim started to gun it
He thought he could outrun it; but the beast won instead.
Grim was on his neck quick…Jim’s blood running thick.
My stomach turning; I thought I would be sick.
I was hearing; flesh tearing…I heard his bones break
I wasn’t sure, how much more I could take.
The beast gobbled and slurped…made a sickening burp
Grim ate him whole; ate Jim down to his sneakers.
Then I was left standing; the beast filled his fun
This advice I’m willing to only give once
If Grim ever finds you, just stand there…
This article appears in June 2007.
