Annette is eight years old today.
Her eyes are crystal blue.
For the kids, my magic act,
with one trick left to do.
Before her friends showed up at noon,
I whispered in her ear.
I told her how the trick would work.
I'd make her disappear.
She vanished from the magic box,
then hid behind my cape.
I sent them all to search for her
and then made my escape.
So now I have her chained and gagged
to muffle what she cries.
I'll add them to my trophy jar...
her pretty, little eyes.
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| Writing Prompt |
The challenge is to write a poem that contains some form of horror or thriller. No more than 100 words. |
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