Final Girl

What if I’m your final girl?

The last one to survive your messes.

The knife feels soft in my hands,

But what if the night confesses?

Imagine the secrets it keeps

And the monsters it has swallowed.

If I’m really your final girl,

Why do my bones feel hollow?

A new morning is coming soon.

This horror will fade like a spell.

What if I’m the real killer?

Will your curses drag me to hell?

-Jackie