Below the Surface
Who is the true monster? (My first ever attempt at mirror poetry)
By Lizzy RosePublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Chris Barbalis on Unsplash
In the aftermath of my demise,
the creatures of the deep dance
as she rips out my heart.
Her fingers caress my skin.
I see myself in the water's touch.
Her fingers caress my skin
as she rips out my heart.
The creatures of the deep dance
in the aftermath of my demise.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.