This is a poem that may or may not be included in the upcoming horror poetry collection.

It is extremely creepy. You’ve been warned.

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Sixteen feet underground.
That’s where it can be found.
Too deep in the earth for sound.
You’ll never hear it crying out.
It will never hear you shout.
That’s what the game is all about.
After all your bragging and clout,
I have not one reason to doubt
that if you leave here and scout
and try not to get turned about
you’ll have no trouble working it out.
Of course, it needs oxygen, can’t go without.
And you’ll need time to raise it from the ground…
So, really, it needed to be found
hours before anyone saw it wasn’t around.
I’d understand if you gave my head a pound,
but I’ve said enough, won’t make a sound.
Silent as it is in its grave.

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©️ J.A. Steckling