Poetry
Poem: Don't Run!!
Though it wore no cloak nor carried a scythe
Me and Jim both...we knew it was him.
To see it in person...an ominous fright.
Its eyes close together; a predator like no other
we were locked in his sight.
Us two; his quarry, awaiting his burst.
Me; I was praying...don’t go for me first.
Terror-stricken...my heart quickened
My feet were like lead. Jim started to gun it
He thought he could outrun it; but the beast won instead.
Grim was on his neck quick...Jim’s blood running thick.
My stomach turning; I thought I would be sick.
I was hearing; flesh tearing...I heard his bones break
I wasn’t sure, how much more I could take.
The beast gobbled and slurped...made a sickening burp
Grim ate him whole; ate Jim down to his sneakers.
Then I was left standing; the beast filled his fun
This advice I’m willing to only give once
If Grim ever finds you, just stand there...
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