Slasher poetry. Michael Myers would be so proud...
She gets into her car checks her beautifull hair in the rearview mirror She's smiling and so am I I see her every morning from my living room window I wake up an hour early just to see her I take my lunch 15 minutes early just to catch lunch the same time as her I drive the long way home Just so i can drive behind her I take my garbage out at the same time just to catch another glimpse her clothes fit perfect her body is captavating She draws me to her, I cannot help it She would look so beautifull in red A flowing red, would make her Black hair shine I stayed up til 3 am then made my way to her darkened home She would be sleeping now Her light goes off at ten I walk through her backyard no dog barking at my heels. She has no pets, without me shes all alone. The sliding door was left unlocked almost as if shes been expecting me. The door slides easily open and then im hit with it the smells of her home Fresh flowers and new carpet smell She has such a beautifull And warming style to her home I make my way down the darkened hallway To the room on the left Where she is sound asleep. As soon as i reach her room My nose is filled with the scent of her Gardenia and Rose petals her perfume is intoxicating I can hardly contain my feelings of excitement Her face is soft and angelic as she sleeps. slow deep breathing as her chest rises and falls Shes in a white cotton nightgown Her dark hair cascading over her pillows I snap out of my trance and continue with what i came to do. I reach in my back pocket the metal of the knife gleams with the light from the street No screaming breaks the silence She was asleep and remained so When i was done making her beautifull I looked back to her lifeless form and I said to myself 'Yes, She does look beautifull in Red.' Kellyanne O |
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