The boar
- - -Now the ticking clocks scare me.The empty rooms, clock towers, belfries;I am terrified by them all.
-I really used to enjoy going to church,singing in the choir, listening to the sermon.Now the chairs squeal like dying pigs—
-It was the boar that did it.Fifteen feet from me that nightin the grass, rooting for Godknows what, finding me instead.
-I ran, not knowing where or how,not looking for his pursuit of me.I ran to God’s front door, foundit locked, found the house empty
-with a note saying, “Condemned.”
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