Sniper on rooftop
slowly focusing her aim.
Red mist obscures view.

Curiosity.
Strange sound coming from cellar.
Decapitation.

What’s in the freezer?
Are you sure you want to look?
Dahmer dinnertime.

Blindfolded and gagged,
he begs for someone to help.
Chainsaw motor starts.

Ok Ok. Those were a bit gruesome. I was in a gruesome mood. It happens. Hopefully I haven’t scared away any of the new readership. I’m a nice guy. Really. It’s just that I watched Last House on The Left, Phantasm, 28 Days Later, and House of 1000 Corpses over Halloween and I’m reading an ancient paperback of old proto-horror short strories called The Dark Side. This tends to have Mr. Brain visiting murky, shadowy alleys that are normally best left undisturbed. I’ll leave my next set of haikus up to you, the reader. I was thinking about some soft-core Harlequin romance passages. Comments or suggestions?

Oozingly yours,
Self-Inflicted Wound

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