When James Enters the House in the Blair Witch (2016)
the door locks behind him, obviously—
haven’t you ever seen a scary movie?
this is the one / where the monster
is grief. nobody fucks
not even in the pitch black
lullabied by the scratchscratchscratch
of branches like fingers like Heather,
is that you?
when the door locks, everyone dies
but you already knew that:
the Final Girl follows James / the camera
cuts out cuts back static static static & suddenly, blood
suddenly, the long-limbed flesh / of something faceless
& James, you did this:
split the tree at the root / hanged your friends
from the branches
you said: my sister is still out there
as if she held her last breath
Remember When I Cried in That Church We Found?
if you already know
the answer, lauren / birds fly
out of my mouth
all the goddamn time
the woman i love
is too sad / to breathe
hi sweetheart hi
darling anywhere i am is lonely so
don’t take it personally
It Only Took A Whisper
I leave because I’m good
at that—there’s always some bullshit
reason to kill your girlfriend. A ghost
is a ghost is a ghost. Consider:
bloodletting as therapy or, wrists are for girls,
I’m slitting my own throat. Night
becomes morning becomes a bluer shade of dark
& nothing matters. Not even you.
Lauren Badillo Milici is a Jersey-born, Florida-raised poet and writer currently based in West Virginia. When she isn’t crafting sad poems about sex, she’s either writing or shouting into the void about film, TV, and all things pop culture. Find her @motelsiren.
Nicole Rifkin is a Canadian American Illustrator. See more work at nicolerifkin.com.