The lights went off all over
the city. Everything was down.
Becoming eerily disconnected
from the world, we began to thaw,
so the four of us sat around a table
with flashlights under our chins,
like children, laughing in the dark,
when it was suggested that we tell
each other some horror stories.
My turn came, and I declined,
as the only horror story I knew
began long ago- as a love story.
" the only horror story I knew began long ago- as a love story."…. the juxtapositioning of the two extremes-love story vs horror story- is quite intriguing. Loved it
A horror story that begins as a love story. You've already said too much and given me the creepy crawlies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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