Squatch
Awoken in our pine camp suddenly
Pitch black now with the fire dead
I feel an overwhelming dread
Mouth is dry with ashen residue
So quiet until screams pierce through
And I recognize the beast's foul smell
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The Biggest Competition Ever 2017 - Volume 2 (Weeks 6-10)
PoetryWelcome to Poets Pub's 2nd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - Volume 2. This is a 10 week marathon of poetry contests. Each week we present you with a new poetry challenge, new prompt and new style. Are you up for the CHALLENGE!
