Thursday, November 12, 2009

Spoetry - Night Terrors

Each line was the subject line (with original spelling) of a spam email. Arrangement, (some) punctuation and poem title by TJ Shroat.

Night Terrors
Just the other day,
Bessie came into my room before dawn to wake me,
and I was filled with burning anger.
She went and opened the door,
pushed me back into the darkness and slammed the door.
If door squeaks,
I shall spare your life.
But Chris died,
and said he hated it.
I was at a loss.

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