The Impending Krulik

I hear Deftones in the distance
He floats towards the smell of Lucky Charms
"He's behind me.. isn't he." I say
Garfield fills my mind and Omori fills my soul
"Cheesed to meet you" was the last thing I heard

Maggie Fike
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/07/2023

Poet's note: I wrote it for Jonah
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