A limb, a bone, an organ, an ear,
The Cricket chirped each word
With blood, and brood,
Gnawing the neck.

A woman and man took a walk
In the night, never knowing
The darkness awaiting,
So when it jumped and devoured
Them both, there wasn’t a trace
Remaining.

Two kids sunk below the lake,
Ran until they were out of breath
Never surfacing until they rotted
Floating when the meat ran out.

The homeless man lost before he woke
Brought to the brink at the brink
And lost both lungs to the chirps,
Raging on and on and on and on.

The chirps followed behind,
They followed each couple,
Clicking, crunching, crawling, blaring
In your ears.