A less-than-cheerful poem
|Wispy fangs of white flowed over mouth of mask,
Family gathered while one man hid in plain view.
Warm, vivid colors and perms of the eighties
Contrasted the hideous visage of rubber
Sill more with with what lay beneath.
Sweet, serpentine evil amongst all the children,
Daggers into the soul of younger memories.
Why could none of them see?
That within the brown lined wallpaper of their home,
He lurked. He touched. In places.
A shark swimming familial waters,
Damning me. Damning us all.
As I saw eyes,
A predator unmasked.
16 lines of free verse