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Beneat h Your Feet Wat ch Your Back

By Jake Robert son By Michel l e Vanaria

Grade 8 Grade 8

We who lie beneat h t he leaves, Looking out t he window

in t he moonlight , Fear shot t hrough my body,
in t he shade All I could t hink was

of t he t rees. This cannot be t he end.

They who pass us Face t o face wit h deat h it self
cannot hear us, Trying not t o move,

nor t he secret s we keep. Any wrong act ion could lead t o worse,
We?re afraid; I had t o find a way out .

t hey would envy our glee, Low punch t o it s st omach,

in t he ecst at ic glowing moonlight . Ran as fast as I could.
So come wit h us, At t he end of t he driveway,

and smile as we, I froze.
Creep up from beneat h your feet Tranquilit y filled t he air,

and bring you down, I was finally safe,

a million miles deep. Unt il whit e fingers came
Be sure you wat ch, Grabbing my t hroat .

where you st ep. The pulling, t he screaming

They been wait ing for quit e a while. It would not let me free,
Anger is rest less, This myst erious person

and secret s don?t keep,In our home Who are you?
beneat h t he leaves.
Pain crawled up my spine
Agony forced my body t o t he ground

The t ort ure was not ending.
Darkness closed in

The air t hick and dense,
One final shriek from my mout h

The insane devil had won.

Pictures by Olivia Strumolo, Grade 8