Walking down the beach,
I feel a disturbance in the woods..
Cars coming to a screech,
teens coming to meet their doom..
I walk up to the lake,
pull my machete from the sand..
It's time to clean the cabins,
time for the world,
to remember who I am..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems Darkness
Teen Fiction2nd. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series, Darkness. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
