Final Girl Syndrome
for the ones who should run
Don’t
look
back.
Something with
the face of your best-friend,
your loved one, and
your lost one
is walking barefoot
towards you.
It never
runs.
It never
rests.
Pass on the curse
or meet your demise.
*
He’s standing
across the street
again.
Face white as
the void,
hands still,
like death
is waiting for a
permission
slip.
The babysitter
won’t make it past
Act II.
*
Campfires
crackle like
ribcages.
The lake
remembers
who didn't come
back.
The boy in the water
still dreams
of drowning you
next.
*
They say
she dances in blood
with a laugh
like music
that chills your
bones.
She’s not waiting
to be saved;
she's hungry
for your blood.
*
Sleep becomes
a weapon.
You think
you’re safe?
Just close your eyes.
That’s when
he comes,
with blades for fingers
and a playground of fear
carved in the back
of your brain.
*
You
dodged
the accident.
But death is an
unstoppable force,
a lover
you can’t ghost.
It will
find
you.
*
You
keep
surviving,
but the story
never
ends.
You’re the
final girl.
The sequel is coming.
Run.
~~~~~~~~~~
The following movies were referenced in the poem:
It Follows
Halloween
Friday the 13th
Abigail
Nightmare of Elm Street
Final Destination
And the final piece of the poem references the Final Girl trope everyone loves (or hates, or both).
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Comments (4)
Oh dear, I haven't seen any of these films... Sorry!! XD But the poem still dripped with the horror you wanted, so that's a win, right?
And then there's me who didn't get any of those references but your poem reminded me of the Fear Street trilogy
Loved this even though I’m a terrible person to watch horror movies with. I spend most of the time squealing, jumping and peeping behind a cushion!
Ooh this is so deliciously eerie I want to frame it in blood-red neon.