My Horror Story Poem by John Kay
My Horror Story
The lights went off all over
the city. Everything was down.
Becoming eerily disconnected
from the world, we began to thaw,
so the four of us sat around a table
with flashlights under our chins,
like children, laughing in the dark,
when it was suggested that we tell
each other some horror stories.
My turn came, and I declined,
as the only horror story I knew
began long ago- as a love story.
" the only horror story I knew began long ago- as a love story."…. the juxtapositioning of the two extremes-love story vs horror story- is quite intriguing. Loved it
A horror story that begins as a love story. You've already said too much and given me the creepy crawlies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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