HORROR/RELATIONSHIP Poem: Two Serial Killers on a Date, by Zino Haro

He’s below my window
Somewhere to the left
He brought flowers today
A cactus yesterday
Watered it when it pricked me

He brought flowers today
I brought pink colors yesterday
Pink hair, between his fingers
I remember him thinking
Thinking, thinking

“I need a challenge,”
He told me
“I need a game”
He told me
He brought flowers today
I said “Pink colors” yesterday

Last night was a blur
Last night was boring
It was rainy and loud
and honestly droning
Bright pink in a dark, damp sea
Yes, it was boring

Would I kiss him then?
He had asked me
Would I love him then?
He had asked me
Bright pink in a dark, damp sea
Yes, it was boring

Pink hair between his fingers
Below my window, to the left
I need it again
I need it again
Oh no, it was boring

But today
He brought flowers today,
He brought flowers today,
His body brought flowers today,
They’re growing nicely.