girl B and
girl A
break even see
a terror box
a big box
open
go down like a
rat in the cellar
haunches smile
cling to it
squat and
mute
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.