Young Writers Society

helloooo there, this is a poem i had to do for one of my school works! since we could write one on a topic  of our choice and choose our own style, i decided to choose one about... well, you can read on. leave a review if you'd like!

(keep in mind i was half asleep writing this the night before, and my creative mind was a sleepy one)

A crackling TV and a drunken hand

A trembling witness, saw first-hand

The man with the chainsaw

slicing and dicing

creating red icing

spilling on the floor

of the petrol station.

The glass smashes into

           f

                   ra

                       g

                           m               e

                                    n             ts

Too small to be seen, 

But the drunk's sober eyes are glued to the screen

The reporter tells the watchers 

to hide inside and lock the doors

And protect themselves

from the man with the bloody chainsaw

because you never know

where he might be.

he could be lurking

in your neighbourhood

   outside your house

       by your door

           under

                 your

                   bed