3 Among Us Poems

Ghost Mode
I will hold you while
you die, bleeding in my arms,
I will avenge you.
All you need to tell me is
which color you think is sus.

Impostor Syndrome
I’ll stay by your side
until the bitterest end.
Suddenly I’m blind
to you slipping into vents,
the tiniest assassin.

Dead Body Reported
The sirens scream loud,
sharp: Emergency Meeting.
I stumble through space
to find my crewmates, shaken.
The reporter says: send nudes?

Julia Beecher is a college student from Cambridge, Massachusetts realizing her kindergarten dream of becoming a writer. Her work has been featured in Entropy Magazine. Send her fan mail (or hate mail) on Twitter: @JuliaBeecher.

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