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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Horror poem about creatures that are almost human, nut not quite.

Almost men hunting
For living human women,
To claim as their own.

Mutated creatures
Not quite human beings
Known as the almost-people.

Very close to human
The almost-people hide,
In dark alleyways.

Almost-people hope
To take over people's lives,
Then they will be real.

Almost-people hunt
Through night's dark thoroughfares,
Devouring human souls.

The almost-people
Lumber down dark alleyways,
Jealous of real folk.

Almost people suck
Living essence from humans,
Leaving nothing good.

Almost-people travel
Near dark lonely highways,
Hidden from traffic.

Almost-women seek
Men to take as husbands,
Not to be seen again.

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

Submitted: May 24, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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