Exceptional a hundred word horror poem Order Out by Bill Schott      100 Word Horror Contest Winner

Must escape this horrid ghoul; my hands are balls of gore and drool; fingers bitten off and chewed; only bony stumps protrude. He's occupied; I crawl the floor; Is that a phone there by the door? Inch by inch I slide that way, and pray a call will save the day. If he sees I've gotten free, he'll continue eating me; my face, my feet -- he is nuts! Split me open! Eat my guts! Kicked the table with the phone; it drops, I hear a dial tone; then I hear my captor shout, "There's no need to order out!"   Writing Prompt The challenge is to write a poem that contains some form of horror or thriller. No more than 100 words. 100 Word Horror Contest Winner Recognized Author Notes Thanks to jgrace for use of the image

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