Hollow in the Grave

One line poetry

Photo by Matheus Queiroz on Unsplash

Ones who steal
Come each night
to feed on my hair, bones or rotten flesh,
the cantaloupe ants
to make clones
as an experiment for new bloodlines from the grave!

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In response to the prompt by Nicole Robinson —

House of Cards

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