The Box


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.

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