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Horror Poetry, Volume 2
I just wrote this poem. I think I'll name it "The Desire."
Mom insisted we go, but I had just had to stop.
My attention hijacked by a huge candy shop.
With its vast windowsills full of pink, reddish treats.
I beheld a sheer fortune of desirable sweets.
I dreamt there of sweetness, popsicles and tarts,
And of Strawberry-Cream, with a bubblegum heart.
And the shop was all empty, nobody in view.
Surely nobody’d miss just a candy or two.
Mom already forgotten, I then snuck inside it
Found the candy desired, and managed to hide it.
Mother surely would scold me, it was after three;
I should not spoil my appetite just before tea.
Hidden under my tongue, mother would never know.
But of course, then the lollipop’s stick had to go.
Thus removed, I had put the pink orb in my mouth
And was startled – my mother had given a shout
When she noticed me gone, and called out my name
So I rushed out towards her, but oh, what a shame.
I clumsily tripped and landed with a smack,
And propelled the candy in my mouth further back.
I tried to call out, but no noise came at all.
For my lungs could not fill up with air for the call.
My breath was stifled, my life had been wasted.
And Strawberry-Cream was the last thing I tasted.
Frank Aiden Ryan
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