in trouble

heart pounding
sweating profusely
panicked all the while
enclosed in a pine casket
six feet below the ground
my gut had told me danger
not to meet with that man
who promised an experience
that I would never forget
ironically that was true
it should be kicking in soon
putting those castor beans
into my homemade chili for him
him devouring it, laughing
him and his wolf teeth
would anyone find me
in the darkness
don't know...don't know


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