On a hot summer day
As i hastened towards my car
For my lunch break
I stopped at a colossal pit
in the middle of the street
People were too busy to notice, of course. 
I heard someone asking for help
Holding on to the edge of the pit
Upon closer inspection i discovered 
That it was me
“Not you again”, I thought 
And offered my hand 
It was then, 
that the cries for help turned into 
Demonic laughs,
and the hand into a crimson claw
“Not again”, I sighed 
As i fell into the pit
And slowly 
The pit eased shut 
And i thought to myself 
“Darn! I guess no lunch for me today”




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