3 A.M.

You woke up in cold sweat

Thought you heard a footstep

Thinking of it as a nightmare

You go back to sleep

But then you hear it again

Sounds like a creep.

Your throat’s dry, your heart’s pumping

Your brain’s active but your body’s stricken

It’s getting closer and closer

And closer and closer

This is it, you thought

As you bolt towards the door

But halfway through

You’re struck with a board

Right off your carotid artery

And there you see

With your final breaths

A man who’s charged with countless deaths

Rotten to the core, the menace he is

The mask is familiar

Like Jason’s or Michael’s

But his case is different

He is too familiar

But that’s what you think

He moves towards you

Inch by inch, step by step

The end is near

You reminisce about your life

Your aspirations are unfulfilled

Your dreams are still in your head

You did not make up with your parents

Your friends are still angry with you

Your husband is still away from you

A second chance, that’s what you desire

This is either your redemption or your retribution

“Help”, you scream

But no one can hear

And there he comes

A spear in hand

Your life flashes in front of you

And with a flow of limb

A stab through your heart

You turn the side and tear flows like a gem

The last sight you witness

The clock reads 3 A.M.

By: Arman Yusuf

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