Did you hear the sound?
The empty air does follow.
Your throat begins to tighten
The lump too big to swallow.

That sound, that roar,
The specter of a howl.
Realize, they’re real eyes,
You’re hunted by a hollow.

Your stomach twists.
Your bowels begin to wallow.
The pain increases quickly.
Your death is soon to follow.

You race.
It chases…

Your face,
It braces…

Tongues like tendrils grip,
It bites, it chomps, it swallows.
Your second soul consumed
And taken by the Hollow.

- J.D. Clair
(A poem I’ve written regarding the terrifying Hollow creature in Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.)