I feel his hot breath warming my whole being as he stands menacingly behind me.
He pushes me over to the floor with the force of one million beluga whales.
He places his foot above me and brings it down in one quick crack.
300 tons of pressure is applied to my neck and with a snap it all goes dark.
He feasts on what remains and goes on to torment the world for another day.
The Impending Hork
Jonah Krulik
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/26/2022
Poet's note: Fear and pain. The Horkster ends my life. Written for the Horkster himself.
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Poem topics: breath, dark, feel, world, force, floor, Valentine's Day, torment, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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