"HELP!!!!!!!"
A voice screamed from across the deserted parking garage.
Danny just reached his car after spending three extra hours at the office.
"HELP!!!!! HELP ME!!!! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!"
A female voice screamed, sounding like she was crying underneath her shrieking vocal chords.
He watched as a young woman emerged from a darkened area of the empty parking lot, underneath flickering overhead lights. She was covered in blood from head to toe.
"HELP ME!!!" She cried out noticing Danny.
"Oh Shit..." He muffled and began running to help her.
Suddenly, he watched as a machete drove into her skull.
"Holy Shit!!!" Danny yelled before bee-lining it to his car.
About the Creator
Dylan
Hello! I am a writer, poet, rapper, and musician trying to make it in this crazy world! If you like my poem's please leave a like and subscribe!
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Well... that was intense!
Woah 😮 definitely evokes some intense feelings for a short read. Good work!