It feels 
Too late
To run

I got
silver bullets
But no gun

when clouds 
Creep 
Behind the moon
You know
It’s coming soon

Wore garlic 
around my neck 
And got a rash

Tucked a stake
On my waist
Got a splinter in my ***

Made a circle 
by pouring salt
Used sugar instead

Now ghosts
Haunt my dreams
And there’s ants in my bed

dude

two weeks too late

Jun 6, 2026

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Kalliopie

I love the humor and rhyme in this one paired with the inevitably of being haunted despite trying your best to prevent it. Lowkey obsessed with this &#10024;&#65039;

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