Life now has become more terrifying,
than any fictional monsters on my tv screen.
I can pause a horrifying film and step away,
but I cannot pause a moment of reality.
Tiny screens filled with murder and mayhem,
just another day on social media, no warnings.
I don’t even flinch at jump scares anymore,
Because stepping outside is scarier than ghosts in the attic.
I feel more prepared for a zombie apocalypse,
than for the horrors tomorrow holds.
We’ve all got targets on our backs now,
Like we’re being hunted by a madman.
Only this time he’s not weilding a chainsaw or chomping with vampire fangs,
He’s in the highest position in the country,
Bringing on the Purge.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Josey, look for the good people. They are all around you. It's frightening, I know. I can feel it in your words.
Haunting and also factual
Scary 🖌️👌👍♦️♦️♦️