Short-Story Poems

Ninety Seventh Victim

Ninety Seventh Victim

Here she comes, closer and closer,

A transferee, the new campus girl,

Walking on the hallway, approaching her assigned locker,

A key on her fingertips, rusty and colder,

Right in front of her locker, she stops,

Put the key on it and unlock,

Slowly she opens it,

She sees a folded paper, she frowns a bit,

Unfolding it with caution, she’s curious,

Reading its content, she feels nervous,

“Don’t look back.” It’s plainly written there,

She freezes with fear, she drops the paper,

Feeling the warm breath of someone behind,

She stand still, shutting off her eyes,

Feeling a hand touching her shoulder,

She screams loud then louder,

And one bad move she makes,

She looks back and sees those eyes full of hate,

Until blood on her mouth, she can almost taste,

She feels the knife going deeper on her waist,

She falls and hits the ground,

The guy walks away saying,

“Ninety seventh victim down.”

 

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Note: Para maiba naman. Haha! Puro na lang kasi candy poems eh. Eto, Dark. :P