Friday The 13th

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

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 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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