Tacos, Queso, Muerto?

A Taco Tuesday you won’t forget

She says with a grin on her face

Oven’s full

Taco shells ready

Lechuga, queso y salsa esta lista

Can’t have a party without tequila

HomePod queued up with our favorites

The doorbell rings 

And little do we know the terror begins

She welcomes us all inside

Giving us party hats and streamers

She has us start the night with shots 

Bring on the fiesta 

Food is served

Chips galore

Dancing completes the night

Or so we thought

One of our friends falls ill and runs to the restroom

After a little while, another runs to a different restroom

I too begin to feel uneasy and I wonder what’s going on

I head over to the door of the restroom to find it locked

I yell out to no response

She still in the kitchen smiling devilishly unbeknownst to me

The music fades until it’s complete silence

I return to the kitchen and shocked to find everyone but her standing over everyone while sipping tequila

I clutch my stomach and grow weaker 

Brought to my knees, the last thing I heard her say was…

Thanks for coming…

And I collapse…

Reggie Johnson is a poet reigning from Cincinnati, Ohio. Starting at the age of nine, Reggie has been writing poetry through their love of music and life experiences. He has 8 books now available on Amazon. You can follow him on Twitter @r_d_johnson and on IG @rdjohnsonwrites.

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