Triskaidekaphobia
Waking,
for a moment
I forget,
but then the knowledge
seeps
with the creaks,
the groans...
Can’t face this day
no matter the moans.
Covers pulled above my head
I listen
for hours,
paralyzed with dread
for in my
triskaidekaphobic state,
I know that
Jason’s waiting.
Submitted: January 13, 2023
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Actually he is trying to recover as he drums the stubs of his fingers on the table which he accidentally cut of by misusing a chainsaw, so he is way behind on his intended victims....Just kidding LOL
Fri, January 13th, 2023 6:45pmA fine poem for horror fans such as me hullabaloo22.
Fri, January 13th, 2023 8:21pmWhen was Friday the 13th? Yesterday? Oh, rats... Now I have to turn back the clock and do it all over again. Nice one Hull
Sat, January 14th, 2023 2:53pmFacebook Comments
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Mike Stevens
So that's what it's called, I've alway called it supersticoichickenshititis; fine poem, Hull
Fri, January 13th, 2023 6:42pmAuthor
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Haha! Thanks, Mike.
Thu, January 19th, 2023 4:29am