Blind Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

Coated in a foul grime that seeps through his paper-thin exterior to pollute his soul.
An unsettling stare, that burrows below the surface of it's victim's skin and festers there.
His furrowed grin drools and spits with obscenities unleashed.
Blackened nubs in a pool of acrid saliva.
All that is cankerous, all that is vile, hangs off his skeletal body like rags.
He drags his feet like he is walking in mire a foot below the pavement.
His talons are long and twist around the innards of his unknowing prey.
All who venture near are subject to his blight.
Unknowingly, they drink his bile and cannot see his rotting face.
Down, down, down, until all that is good is gone and all that is bad is served on a silver plate of deception.