HORROR Poem: Phonoi, by Raina Coronado

Blood on the wall, I can feel the butterflies.
I lick my sleek crimson blade, my pleasure unmasked.
The screams are exciting, your pain delighting, my true colors shining.
Feet thudding as they run, oh, how I love the chase!
They think they can get away, my laughter uncontained,
I only let you think so because it’s all a part of the game!
Fear makes you predictable, one wrong move and I can finally finish you.
I’m twirling, spinning, this feeling can’t be shaken, the thrill unmatched.
They say it’s wrong, but how can something be wrong that feels so right?
I’m always nearby; you finally made your mistake, I’m right behind you.
Screams echoing, my arm raising and falling, your pain gives me life.
Hot, thick, iron-smelling liquids cover me, tricking down my face.
A sigh of relief escapes me, your life force fading to nothing.
I never want this feeling to end, so why should it?
I’ll make this an endless cycle; my delight will be everlasting.

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