The Creep

A first of its kind narrative poetry in a
thriller genre:

"Twisted and curved,
Its spine is intertwined,
Faceless, skinless, ashen teeth deflected,
Cries beyond the dead, carries it mimed,
Its soul dead, relentless, unreflected,
Seeking a splash of human wine,
Pools of blood, deeply sanguine!"

-An Excerpt

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