EVIL Poetry

You may think this is creepy, but it's the stuff of my dreams. Literally... because last night I had a nightmare about a demon rabbit.

The pink rabbit wants food. I said no.

It doesn't listen. It keeps on bothering me.

Scratch, scratch, with its tiny white claws, against my leg.

It won't leave me alone. It wants to eat.

I won't give in.

Neither will the rabbit.

What to do?

Stand straight. Don't listen. These things I do.

The rabbit is too smart. It's clever.

I have to give it food.

No.

Yes.

NO!

What a dilemna. I feel like Batman.

The rabbit screams all night long. High-pitched and eerie.

Scared out of my mind. The screams! They terrify me.

Like a wolf. It's hunting me down.

Partial sentences haunt my dreams. They're pieces, fragments. Of what?

Just give the rabbit

its food.

Please

won't you

give

the rabbit

its food?