. It’s Coming for You! It’s coming to devour you, you know. There’s no escape no matter where you go. It waits and watches, hides behind the door With fetid breath from pathogenic spores. Far worse than covid’s variants, it drains The life force from the body and the brain. It peers from soulless eyes that hypnotize, Degenerating rods within the eyes. It dances with Tutuba wantonly As demons cachinnate most wickedly. Their shrieks and howls are heard on Maple Street; Its poison flows like lava in the heat. It squawks of nevermore in evening light. Dark shadows, ominous, will lend a fright. Voracious in its appetite for blood, It’s guaranteed to give your heart a thud. More virulent than covid’s dastardly Attempted spread across humanity. More toxic than the masque of the red death, Its claws are poised to steal your last breath. It’s coming for you now, the monster’s here— It has a name you know; the name is Fear. . . Sandi Christie is a part time resident of Florida and Colorado. She teaches A Course in Miracles and has published two works of poetry related to that spiritual philosophy.