Friday The 13th:
5th Attempt @ Suicide. I'm Still Here After, Finally, Deciding 2 Slit My Wrists.
Girls Come Back 2 Mind B4 I Realize The Blaqueout. I'm Still, N The Bathroom, Laying N My Own Blood.
Sound Of My Heart, I Hear. I'm On A Higher Floor Of The Skyscraper I Work N Daily.
Party, Party, Party. I'm Here Because Of The Usual Christmas Party.
Normalcy Escapes, Me, Suddenly.
Bloody. The Whole Bathroom Now Drips With Bloody. It's Only My Blood.
Unheard Of Is Now Heard. The Hollering & Screaming Of Everybody Else.
Pause. I Pause. I Now Know I'm Dead. I'm Alive, But I'm Dead: I Killed Myself.
Laugh. I Killed Myself. I Now C: Jason Voorhees. We C Each Other, Respectfully. I Know The Party Is Over...They're All Dead.
Scared Never Came. Jason Was Gone, Signaturely, With Bloody Machete Held Securely.
Calmly, I Get Myself 2gether Amidst Blaqueout, Massacre, & Odder Personal Victory.
Party, Party, Party: The Annual Christmas Party Was N December On Friday The 13th.
- Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2022 00:29
- Comment from author about the poem: How About A Lil' Holyday Horror, Good Audience?
- Category: Fantasy
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