Saturday, June 9, 2007

Maybe Tonight

There's only silence at first
In the chambers of mind
Hardly fearing the worst
When he comes up behind
You will know you are cursed
All too late you will find
Sharpened blades full of thirst
And rough rope meant to bind
He will squeeze til you burst
He will slash away blind
Watch your blood get dispersed
You're the third one they'll find
.

6 comments:

Danielle said...

Chilling yet really good, Janna.

Have a great weekend!

Travis said...

Uhm...do you need a light in that dark place?

That was quite good.

Mr. Fabulous said...

I would, but I can't find your damn house.

Matt-Man said...

Why do I want to go out and kill some kittens now? Cheers!!

onionboy said...

the heat really gets to you, doesn't it?

and now for limerick about some recent posts:
-we all know a girl named janna
-who had D cells for her friend the banana
---the weather stayed hot
---so nothing the weatherman got
-and killings were made in ... AAAH!

Janna said...

Danielle: Thanks! :)

Travis: I don't know if the light would help any, but you can try. :)

Mr. Fab: It's about a mile and a half from the golf course.

Matt-man: NO! Leave the kittens alone! Kill my enemies instead!

Onionboy: Don't believe the rumor about the batteries.