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Gnnahhh. Unnghh grannnh, huurrrr, ughn nnnnr. Graanhuhh ghuun nuuuhg grannhhh.

Ghuun grannnh huurrrr. Ughn nuuuuhg, gnnahhh uhhnfuuhg, ghah. Huurrrr ghunn grannnh naahg gnnah uhh.

“Fnuuh,” hunng gruunhh. Gnnahhh: fuh hunnguh hurrruhhnfg. Gruun. Ruuhhhggg, uuhn funaaaa. Aaahhrrgg.

Huunnaag frug gunhf. Uhhn aag ruhhfug, aannuuh. Gnnahhh nuuuhg naahg haanuh funaah.

“Huggfunaaaa,” gunnfa hanaaaa, “grraaahhh, uhnng, grrrunnnaa.”

Gnnahhh ruhhfuhh fuuhg grannnh funaa. Nuuuhg, ghah, huurrr grunn.

Grannnh fuh huggfunaaaa, aag nuuuhg naahg gnnah. Uhhna grnnah uhhn uhhnfg. Hunng gruunhh naahg.

Bang!

Thud.

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So yes, this is the one and only bit of poetry I’ve ever sold. It appeared in Cthulhu Sex Magazine back and the day and was reprinted in a collection of short horror I did, and… somewhere else I honestly forget. But it got around. Thought I’d share it here. Because chances are I will never even try to sell a poem again. This is the only one you get.