@ 27.225 MHz: WallStones; In That Woods, A Mutant

 A dark woods; he wrote

one poem.  Thick, veiny tendrils

then seized and thrust him

into the drooling maul of

the huge carniverous plant.


Kyakuchuu

 

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Now this I can vibe with

So digging these scyfy hellscapes you're dishing out. Top notch stuff man.


bananas are the perfect food

for prostitues

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Thank you.  I take that as

Thank you.  I take that as quite a compliment.  Before I became a poet, I had wanted to write science fiction stories, horror stories, and murder mysteries.  I guess some of that still lingers.  Thanks again for commenting, I really appreciate your words.


Starward