It rustles in the dark when you're alone,
The floorboards scream out in the dead of night.
Sensation ripples down to gnaw at bone,
Blood surges forth to signal flight or fight.
Sane thought becomes a tornado vortex,
That sucks common sense into a black hole.
Rash notions spook your cerebral cortex,
And your guts reverse their intended goal.
But before you pull the covers overhead,
Or with trembling hand crack the cellar door,
Know that unwise decisions grow from dread,
And breathe in until your heart pounds no more.
Once the storm of your mind has come to ease,
You'll find the beast was but an evening breeze.