Horror Romance: A Subgenre

my breath runs

exit sign teeth

door lips

quick as the realization

swiftly mugged me

of my tranquility

 

i can feel

my nervousness present itself

via sweaty palms

perspired grip

 

my expectations stand

corrected

a glossy layer of sudor

i witness

blood

 

my feet stumble

they’re supposed to be distancing

me from you

 

my wrists are open

business

you’re the neon

sign

This poem is about: 
Me

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