It laughs, it taunts, jeering
But no one sees it sneering.
It waits, for you, beware
Finding the courage to stare.
It digs, its claws, to trace
Every corner of my face.
It knows, memory, falters
As I tell of its alters.
It's there, I swear, just look
At all from me it has took.
It screams, it wants, bit more
I feel it reach from the door.
It took, it ate, gloated
On my life till long bloated.
It begs, it cries, please turn
But I cannot face its burn.
It clings, on glass, reflects
Swiftly my gaze redirects.
It pains, it howls, screeches
As on my flesh it leaches.
It runs, so close, chases
And my waking heart races.
It's there, behind, just peek,
But I fear I am too weak.
It's dead, over, long gone
My youth as fleeting as dawn.
It knows, as I, the end
Is just around the next bend.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I harbor a deep passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. After a tumultuous childhood, I find myself often writing about family dynamics as well. In my spare time, I can be found drawing or painting.
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