Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 179 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Friday, The 13-Th

Poem by Aram Stefanian

It was Friday the 13-th
Jeannie went on a picnic
At Crystal lake with Bill Smith
They made love, and before
Going to bed
Billie wanted to take a leak
In the rain
Jeannie heard a muffled sound
Bill didn't get in from outside
She went out to look for him
An axe blow through her head
Made her scream and end up
In lots of pain
''I killed them, mommy, ''
A kid's voice
From the woods came


Comments about Friday, The 13-Th by Aram Stefanian

  • Molaire Jules (7/13/2007 3:29:00 PM)

    I didn't expect that!

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  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (12/31/2004 8:25:00 AM)

    I wonder if you could find a different hobby.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 31, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, December 15, 2006