CatFish Murder
Login and set your profile
Take a picture, write your description
Explore the app and wait a while
As you hope someone will see your picture
You search the pretty face
Search for a new relationship
You start to quicken your pace
Cause each girl isn’t enough
Then you see it pass on by
A beauty beyond compare
Trying not to deny
Such a girl exists
You scroll up and now can see
Your eyes did not trick you at all
A woman, as beautiful as can be
Single and ready to date
You click the profile with the speed of light
Write a text and wait
To see if she’ll reply that night
And give you a chance
Almost immediately, a text message pops up
It’s her! She says hi and you connect
Then a question follows-up
A strange one at that
She asks, “Am I pretty?”
With hesitation, you say yes
She then replies, “I’m in the city,
So why don’t we meet.”
Quick, but alright
You wanted to meet too
It would be quite a site
To see her in person
“Alright, let’s meet at lunch.”
She replies, “No, let’s meet tonight.”
Your face starts to scrunch
As you ask yourself, “Why now?”
Red flags started to raise,
But her face was irresistible
As your gut went ablazed
You answered, “Sure, why not?”
She sent you the address
One you didn’t recognize
You jumped in the car, as you tried to repress
The fear you felt towards her
You find yourself in an alleyway
The fear rising every second
As you see a shadow make its way
Right towards you
As your vision adjust
You see the familiar and soft eyes
The reasons why you lost trust
Are then all forgotten
A lump then forms in your throat,
As you see her peculiar outfit;
A mask and trench coat.
Why is she covering up her face?
The silence breaks as she starts to talk,
Her voice rough and cackly.
She asks a question that causes a shock,
“Am I pretty?”
She then peels back the mask
Revealing her sliced mouth
And continues to ask
Repeating her question mockingly
The body was discovered
A jagged sliced smile that reached from ear to ear
The killer still not uncovered
Causing fear and awe in everyone
So be careful when dating online
For you never truly know who you’re talking to
Because the woman who may seem refine
May be the slit mouth woman, Kuchisake-onna
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