Stacey Churchill

Don’t fuck with the virgin

In the reign of terror, motives are inconsequential 
stained blue, bathed in blood
my veins pulsing 
with vibrancy, don’t look back, keep running forward
It’s always 
right behind you. It’s never a prank
glass shatters,
I will not be right back, curiosity 
killed the cat, I’m no fool
the shed, the garage, the cellar 
off limits
trust no one, but the craziest as the sanest
don’t split up
think meta
check the backseat, 
don’t be a victim, a crazed 
smile 
I am the one who survives, to live to tell the tale 
don’t fuck with the virgin
this is the night, I fought back