campfire story [cropsey]
in a fire pit
camp out
we recollect
and dictate
our stories
of camp blackfoot
burnt to ashes
nothing left
but the ruins
where once
everyone hated cropsey
an evil bastard
caretaker
he was a drunk
two bottles a day
whiskey his choice
most days
spending his time
up in space
but if he ever
caught you
look out!
he could
strip the lead paint
from the walls
solely by breath
a sadist
generating real pleasure
from hurting people
scaring them
his garden shears
long thin blades
and demonic stare
was enough
to make any man's life
living hell
yet hell breeds chaos
fire and hate
he crisped and cried
for his return
paid his dues
in an institute
he survived
by eating
his hunts alive
but now he's out there
watching, waiting
don't look!
he'll see you
don't move!
he'll hear you
don't breathe!
you're dead!
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16495679-campfire-story-cropsey-by-Colvet
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