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Cold grey skin
Cold black eyes
Ratted hair
Torn up clothes
Rotted teeth
Chasing humans
At a fast pace
The frightening sounds you make
The screaming the moaning
When you attack your prey
As you scratch the windows that make a horrible screech
As you find your last prey
And terrify them their heart stops
As you turn around and look for another one
The life of a 🧟♂️
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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