Jonah Krulik Torment Poems
- 1. The Impending Hork
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.
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