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slenderman xo: Horror In Verse by Elliott Freeman

slenderman xo: Horror In Verse by Elliott Freeman

xo
horror in verse

boo
message sent at 3:44pm
miss you
the way you fit your clothes
all angles at the waist
: )
the gang all send their love
and jeers
and jokes about your
sensational
diseases
xo.

boo
message sent at 4:01pm
the lake isn’t the same without you fanning out the pine straw for mountain angels without you this whole place sounds like the low suck of the lake against its shore and without you i don’t even know how to be alone anymore
call me when youre up
xo.

boo
message sent at 5:38pm
early autumn darkness
i watched a sunset and felt
ghosts of lips at my nape
xo.

boo
message sent at 6:22pm
fireside and uneasy
babe, i’m meat tonight
i feel eyes in the distance
the thickness of silence
but no one else seems bothered
by the way this night is wrapping itself
tonguelike
around us all
xo.

boo
message sent at 8:50pm
we’re huddled in the tents
listening to night
all wishing we’d googled
bears

boo
message sent at 6:21am
morning
is bright, a balm.
antiseptic over evening
thanks for putting up
with my worries
xo

boo
message sent at 12:15pm
wake up!
xo

ID unknown
message sent at 6:22am
wake up!
there is no flesh in sleep.

boo
message sent at 5:51pm
sounds again tonight:
underneath the fire-crackle, something
like marionettes, or limbs striking
other limbs. symmetrical. i can feel roots
of hairs, where my forehead stops
everything is tingling. its so
strange, babe. wake up.
google bears and forest
noises and tell me who
you love.
xoxo

boo
message sent at 7:55
not a bear
tall and thin, a shadow in the lakelight

ID unknown
message sent at 7:77
XOXOXOXO
ex oh ex oh
oh oh oh oh
oh ex
ex ex
ex oh
oh. oh. oh.

boo
message sent at 9:12pm
faceless wire thin soundless toothless mouthless hungry always tasting long fingers ready at the pivot he is a branch a strung bow a lash cracking blood from flesh i run and run but god babe and christ almighty watched jason reached through jason into bone and snapped jason god everything slickness and ribbons everything moonlight and gore

boo
message sent at 9:16pm
if blink
moves
fix him
with
my
stare

boo
message sent at 9:33pm
i ran
heard him
heard leon
heard him hearing leon
god and christ babe god and christ
this is a guillotine
i called 911 but all i heard was
static biting static

ID unknown
message sent at 9:13
don’t listen to him
this isn’t a story about axes taking heads
this is a story about a knife
and one long
lovely
living
cut

boo
message sent at 11:31pm
smoking over
black static
bilging
oil
nothing left in me
to run

boo
message sent at 11:32pm
oil over water
no doubled running
no halved running
motionless
in some concrete
drain
babe
if they find me

ID unknown
message sent at 11:32pm
xoxoxo

boo
message sent at 8:17am
they found me in a burnt church
naked standing and asleep
i have a bruise like montanna
on my ass
and a bruise like a lion
under my chin
god and nothing and you, babe
wake up
and take me home.

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Elliott Freeman
Elliott Freeman is descended from French pirates and Welsh layabouts. His writing career peaked at the age of nineteen when he wrote a paragraph about unhygienic sex atop a lake of mercury. Despite his best attempts at apathy, his friends often drag him to enjoyable football games.