It drips through the cracks in the roof
Snarling and gurgling underneath the door
A thick black goop where nothing is foolproof
Trying to clean it up only makes more
It’s sizzling steam hurts anything it touches
Groaning and clanking it won’t go away
You push it with your broom which is now in its clutches
Your face in horror when it creeps down the hallway
Locking the door won’t stop it from arriving
Relentless and sinister it covers the room
Your heart pumps with no chance of surviving
It bubbles with a repugnant fume
No hope for you as it swallows you whole
Sadly it was all out of your control
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 2nd, 2026 17:43
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Comments1
So much that seems out of our control now days and we see it coming but there is little that can be done to stop it. Harrowing.
Thanks for the comment Soren! You actually got pretty close to my original idea, anxiety. Though harrowing works very well with this context.
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