Never don’t not forget that HAIKU OF HORROR now have their own site. If you, like no one on earth, find tiny little awful poems terrifying, be sure to check it out.
I was a terrible Boy Scout. Didn’t like camping; couldn’t tie a knot; wasn’t particularly fond of nature’s various monstrosities; didn’t enjoy being repeatedly bullied by my fellow scouts. In other words, this movie was practically biographical. Right down to the murders. Don’t tell my scoutmaster.
Here’s a poem.
Bark is but a mask
Disguising soft flesh beneath.
Stripped, the tree will bleed.