Poetry About Horror Movies

The theater goes dark, and every whisper becomes evidence. A door opens slowly on the part of the room we cannot see. We know the music means danger before the character turns around. The monster wears whatever shape the decade cannot confess. Strangers grip armrests and laugh after the same sharp scream. Fear feels different when we have purchased a safe seat beside it.

We know the music means danger before the character turns around. The final girl runs with blood on her sleeve and a plan forming. Shadows teach the camera how little certainty requires. Sometimes survival is the most radical ending available. Credits roll, but the hallway home retains one extra darkness. A good horror film follows us farther than the monster did.

The theater goes dark, and every whisper becomes evidence. Strangers grip armrests and laugh after the same sharp scream. Fear feels different when we have purchased a safe seat beside it. Sometimes survival is the most radical ending available. We check the back seat and smile at our own imagination. A good horror film follows us farther than the monster did.