Stars do their ballet dance
High above her head
It gives her goosebumps
Nighttime performances like this were awe inspiring
Especially as some performers blazed across the stage
Stars do their ballet dance
High above her head
It gives her goosebumps
Nighttime performances like this were awe inspiring
Especially as some performers blazed across the stage
Wanting to feel the heat of her breath
As she whispers in my ear
Raising goosebumps on my arms… You know what?
Maybe I’ll finish this poem later
Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time. Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time. It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready. His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.
Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention. He used the knife to trim them. Yeah, it was sharp enough. It would part flesh with ease. He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.
Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as… Well, he would see tomorrow night.
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