Horror Novel (Part I)

There's a small town lost in the woods,
and terrible things are speaking in the lake,
and the flowers, when picked, scream like children,
and a creature lurks in the caves,
and the clover is all deformed,
and the widowmakers drop like axes,
and the creeks wash up drowned hatchlings,
and the trees shed human skin.

The livestock's eyes are tired,
the sheriff's head is horned,
the streetsigns tell your fortune,
the crossing guard is blind,
the others are on the playground,
the sidewalks show their teeth,
the killer is always out there;
the killer was never caught.

Houses don't touch shoulders,
clocks fill up with insects,
naked women glowing,
wax inside the drains,
curtains all but fallen,
windows thin as breath,
nothing stops you looking in
or me
from looking out.