_(Read the companion story this was based on- Mushrooms and Murder!)_

It started with my fish

She was fine one day

Then you walked by my house

While I was away

My baby is gone

And it’s you who’s to blame

When you walked past

She passed away

Then you sent a robber

To finish off the job

I know it was you because

I caught him stealing my dog

Next I followed you home

To get my baby back

But the only dog I found there

Was your new puppy, Jack

So I took him as collateral

To replace my own

You grieved and grieved for days

How does it feel to be alone

Yet little did you know

I didn’t stray far

I was hiding in your bushes

The ones right near your car

In that clump of hedges

I wish I could unsee

But that is the relationship

Of stalker and stalkee

Is it really so bad

For me to be a stalker

When what I see you do

Is kill and slaughter

You have skeletons in your closet

Bodies buried in your backyard

You have graves and graves

That go on for days… does it get hard?

People say I need help

That I’m out of my mind

But even if I’m crazy

It’s crazy they’re so blind

I’m morally gray

It’s not black or white

But your days are numbered

We’ll see if you see the morning light

So I left a trail of letters

Cut out of magazines

I’ll meet you in the forest

In the glade past the stream

I know a patch of toadstools

You’ll suffer well I hope

I’ll poison you with Satan’s Boletes

Isn’t killing a slippery slope?

I’ll end it all dramatically

With you dead and gone

Buried with the mushrooms

That resemble your denouement

A finger or a fungus?

A mouth or clump of mold?

When I’m done with you

You’ll be unrecognizable

Of course it always helps

That mushrooms are shaped so well

So many are named for body parts

Devil’s finger? No, I’ll raise hell