Kill Your Darlings

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“Get ready, darling. It's your turn to die!”

Sinister laughs shake the empty elevator

Lights flicker, floor quakes underfoot

My heart drops down without indicator

Freely falling thirteen stories deep

Unsuspecting of the perpetrator

“Who are you?” I scream my lungs out.

She chortles. “I am your life's narrator

Third person decides if you live or die

Not tomorrow, now is even greater

Kill your darlings, they've sealed your fate

To your sadistic author you must cater

Goodbye, darling. Never see you later.”

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Written for PoetsPub BCE - week#7

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