HORROR Poem: WHAT’S LEFT IN THE AIR, by Christina Anne Brown

Gather ‘round the fire
I’ll tell you all
about the man who killed
those lovers. They were
campers just like
us. Under the moon’s
spotlight, lips
met. He slipped
a hand over her
knee. A strange aura
filled the air. He pretended
not to feel, she took
a breath and braced
herself for what would
happen next.The killer
struck. An ax raised
high and fell down
upon the boy’s
neck. The girl
screeched and
peed. The Axe-
man killed her
next. And here is the part
where I scream,

“Boo!” and you all
shriek real loud. Oh,
you crybabies can
complain, but you know
that I’ve won. Because

tonight, we sleep
beneath trees, where
their screams echo

in your dreams.

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