Nightmirror
Nightm(are)(m)irror
I woke up from my nightmare.
Sweat ran down my face.
On the wall was a mirror.
Reflecting my face.
Behind me a monster.
Made out of vines.
Quickly I turned.
It was all in my mind.
I looked back in the mirror.
The monster still there.
Looking at me with a blood-thirsty stare.
So I began swinging my fist.
I began punching the mirror.
I couldn't resist.
Exposing my fear.
The mirror had shattered by punch number four.
And all the glass shards had fell to the floor.
Gone is the monster.
Or so I had thought.
The monster was beside me.
Horrifyingly close.
So I pushed it and ran to disappear like a ghost.
But the monster had followed.
We were now on the chase.
I felt like a kid against Usain Bolt in a race.
The monster had caught me and tried to tear me apart.
I pulled out a machete as it reached for my heart.
With only one swing I sliced off it's arm.
Then I heard a ring and woke up to my alarm.
About the Creator
Dylan
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