Wrote this today when I was on a horror poem kick (which was sometime after today's fanfic kick, and before today's nature poem kick :P). I like this one because my friend Amanda said, "GD, you're good!" and then she moved seats so she could read my poetry. Of course, she didn't have to curse about it...

When your stalker lurks

coughs will well up in your throat;

expulsion means death.