'The Slasher' - Poem by Kelly Seale
Lonely footsteps echo into the night-
A panic begins to spread through me,
my eyes darting; first left, then right.
Why am I so afraid, I ask myself?
For it's only women who need to fear,
remembering what the papers read-
'Their throats slashed open, a wide and wicked gash, stretching from ear to ear.'
Just then, a cat jumps out!
Scaring me even more,
I curse myself aloud,
as she quickly ducks into a door.
My heartbeat quickens, sweat running in my eye-
I feel my blood pounding through my veins,
God, I must be mad!
God, am I going insane?
Then, in the near distance-
I hear a second set of footsteps,
and paranoia is added to my fears.
Suddenly, I catch a gleam of shinning silver
in the far coner of my eye-
A sinking feeling grabs ahold of me,
someone is going to die.
A scream escapes me, but there's no one around to hear.
Then, a cold razor sharp blade of steel,
finds a wicked path-
The throat is cut quick and deep, from ear to ear.
A fountain of blood explodes into gore,
highlighting the Killer's wrath-
The blood spattering my clothes, pouring down onto to my feet,
forming a crimson pool, on out into the street.
The screams, they turn into a gurgle of death...
My body feels so strange-
As Life takes it's last breath.
In the morning, the headlines read:
'SLASHER STRIKES AGAIN! - Another Victim Is Found Dead! '
A wicked smile spread across the Killer's face-
I stacked the paper with the others,
and put the knife back in it's case.
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