Becky screamed in dread
The bloody words on the wall
Would take days to clean
I think you know how to do this, folks. It's Wednesday and I've declared a surprise assault on the sanctity of Eastern poetry. Think of some overused, beloved/hated horror movie cliché and give me 17 syllables on it. As an added bonus I will actually declare a winner when I post tomorrow's contest. But you're all winners!
Boobs bounce in moonlight
Machete glint in the pines
Have sex and you die
The week keeping us from Horrorthon is halfway over! Wax poetic!
(But also, scroll down. Jordan and I both have new posts up.)
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