Slithering through the grass,
slipping under doors..
Looking for a treat,
a home I can explore..
I sense the family sleeping,
all but one it seems..
A sick and twisted mind,
calling out to me..
I slip into the room,
I spot a child on his bed..
With a kitchen knife,
he slowly slits a puppies neck..
Striking quickly,
I consume his twisted soul..
Parents left to mourn the innocent child,
they thought they had known..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
