The Final Girl
I am The Final Girl, I am The Last. I am burdened with the expectations of ages past.
A child of Fear and Innocence, my future etched in the cold glass of war.
Many times have I been here before: the improbable unlockable door, the roaring, pouring rain and the slip on the floor. The grasp for a knife from an unopening drawer.
Must I confirm that I conform to the tasks I perform?
The Final Girl, The Terminal:
Within swirling eternal mists a pensive spinal curl of smoke, I cast glances around corners, through walls; I solemnly follow the Siren calls to pyral cairns.
I am The Absolute:
An End Mother, I hold the lamenting weight of lovers gone and the tragedy of the others on my soul crushed heavy and small ; my heart a darkening vinyl pearl.
I am The Final Girl, The Coda, and I bring vengeance and limit and consequence and fury…
I am Conclusion and I will deliver cessation.