So I kidnapped the crazy kid.
What would one do about it anyway?
Yes I followed the fickle girl
Through the freaky furtive facinorous forest.
And yes the female freaked when I focused on her calm facade
First she tried to fight, then to flee, and not once did I let her free.
We fell to the floor and it was not much fun.
I arrived in my boring basement

Hidden behind a bunch of boxes.
When she awoke,
The girl twist and turned trying to
Tear the ties tied to her hands.
She toppled to the ground and I waited for her to tire.
I neatly nudged her with my toe
To which she looked at me with total terror.
It was just about time to start the torture.
I tied the tongue,
She looked like a slithering serpent,
Or a slippery salmon.
The silence was savoring.
So I stole my scythe,
Made a simple slice,
Short and slow.
I sigh, it's much too dull.
I sharpen it so quickly.
Might have caused a spark.
Call me a sociopath,
What you see as psychotic,
I see it as success.
Soon she will succumb.

This was for a creative writing prompt where we had to write down a bunch of words with certain letters and then include some of them in the poem.

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