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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2135081

Just some thoughts in response to a Writer's Cramp prompt, "He was very sneaky."

         He was very sneaky.
         Never did he knock.
         Tormenting obliquely.
         Always 'twas a shock.
         When he came acalling
         no speech; jab, stab, squeeze.
         He's misery crawling,
         clawing at my knees.
         A snapping, snarling cur
         frenzied with attack,
         Pain's not the least demure
         as it traces tracks.
         Unyielding, a rock,
         Pain's not suffered meekly.
         Never did he knock.
         He was very sneaky.
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