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Basement Gemini, Chelsea Margaret Bodnar

If the killer gets your boyfriend, then at least that means your boyfriend’s not the killer. The lonely panorama of your last complete class photo, the faces scratched out hard by time of death. Cheerleader with pom-poms soaked in blood is screaming in the hallway, couple making out in empty classroom should’ve guessed what happens, strung up in auditorium when curtains open for class play. Don’t touch each other, teenagers, don’t trust anything you’re told to do by text.

And final girl, no one can get out perfect. Your dead friends cropping up in nightmares. Maybe if you’d paid him more attention. Maybe if you’d been fucked-up from the onset none of this would’ve happened.

-- from Basement Gemini