Sh*t Poem

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Here's a poem I pulled out of my ass in about 15 minutes, because I was unaware I had to write it to finish the class. I wrote this roughly a year ago. Hotel sealed up with the stiffest of bolts, satisfying the hotel’s sinister garb Jack’s body twinging to play, blood sweltering inside, cultivating a wretched monster Scalding and scourging Danny with isolation and loneliness Damned with the blessing of mind reading, envisioning a mallet wielding father Blood once flowing thick and velvet, now clasped in the shriveled leather fingers of Jack Popping like an over-blown bubble, the pandemonium of the Overlook Hotel The whimpering of the hollow rooms and halls trickling into the ears of the Torrances Room 217 smothering and deceiving the pure hazel eyes of naive Danny Crisp snow fluttering in the wind, turning the sky into a prodigious cloud His sapphire blue tricycle rolling over the carpet and the forgotten souls, mocking them