Thanataphobia: Haiku(s)

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Ceiling fan switchblade
chop-chop-slice-chop-chop-slice-slice
decapitated

Leaving fingerprints
everywhere, I’m surprised that
they didn’t kill me

Escape courses set
I know the heat resistance
of our tile flooring

7 thoughts on “Thanataphobia: Haiku(s)”

  1. Yes!!! I actually never stand or sleep directly under a ceiling fan. Perfect haiku! I also don’ t like to walk under scaffolding or over grates, I never eat hard candy without biting it first to cut it in half, and I hate driving behind trucks carrying stuff that looks like it might dislodge and kill me, i.e. cars, gigantic logs, or other big things.

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      1. Yep. It’s the one death that stuck with me the most from the two Final Destination movies I watched. I haven’t been able to get myself to watch the others. But this post is making me want to. Thanks!

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