Door

It stood in front of my door

It wanted me to open it

I don't want to, but it shrieked

It's as if it pierced my ears

It wants to be let inside

I already saw the news

I know I should call home

But none will mourn me, I know

It's still there, it still wants in

I stare at it observing

It had skin melting off it

Skin that did not belong there

Because I saw it before

When it was shown on the news

It did not have pasty white skin

I won't let it in my room

It added mass to its body

Every time someone let in

So I will stay here and stare

So that others won't have too