The Box


girl B  and

girl A


break even see

a terror box

                        a big box        


                        go down like a



                             rat in the cellar

                             haunches smile




                     cling to it

                     squat  and


                                   corded face

                                   flip for it


flash  light out

watch it

                                          go back

                                          that won’t work


down there don’t know what I saw






don’t ever wanna see                         


                                                      it again




Author's note: This is a found poem. Text is taken from King, Stephen. Salem’s Lot. New York: Random House, 1975. Print. pages: 125-153.

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