It slithers up your nostril and wriggles deep inside where it births its carnivorous young.

Each night when you fight my bite

It merely increases my appetite.

Tonight, I'll devour.

Night of a full moon.

I have no control of what's to happen really soon.

I can’t find the stairs, tic, toc. Five seconds before the explosion. I’m not going-

My wife frightens me every morning.

I should have had her buried when she died.

He was waiting for me at the table when I got home. I live alone.

“I love your white sweater,” the unknown caller whispers,

“Though red would suit you better.”

In a pool of blood, you turn over only to see bodies that resemble your parents.

"We have five minutes of class left, and I know just the thing! Pop quiz!"