Crooked windows,
crooked streets
in the light -
during the night
they leak.

The beast inside, though,
does not fret.
It crept to this place,
its very own grace
being cut down.

Huge green eyes
peer through the glass.
Slowly,
slowly moving mass
approaches.

The space between
grows minimal,
and as you scream -
it screams with you.

Mouth wide open,
claws inside
these creatures howl,
they spit and fight.

Science
has reached
its ******.
The windows crack,
as you have lost your track.

Two pairs of green eyes
peer out of the darkness -
four claws -
two pounding hearts -
the beat,
adjusted.