Here is my entry for the Writer's Jam. It's a poem I based it off of a myth I heard somewhere, I don't remember where though. Well, here it goes.

"Slit Mouth"
by zero guardian

A walk home
In the dark
A cry calls out
A cry to you
You turn your cold form
A woman in a mask
A surgical mask
Her hair
Her long shining hair
It flows around her face
A face with large, frantic eyes
A face with a mask
She runs towards you
Your thoughts run wild
The woman wears nothing but a sheet
And a mask
As she approaches
She pulls the mask away
She begins to speak
"Am I beautiful?"
You don't know how to reply
Do you tell her yes?
Do you tell her no?
Or do you say something like
"Eh..so-so."
you think for a few more moments
She still stares
You finally decide
"Eh..so-so"
She tilts her head
Confused
You take the chance
You run like there is no tomorrow
You arrive home
The door clicks behind you
You remember the knife
The sharp, sleek knife
What would have happened if you said yes?
You whisper to yourself
"Yes."
A sound outside makes you jump
You look out the window to see what it was
The woman is there, the mask is gone
The knife is held high
"Boo."
Is the last thing you hear