HE'S THE ONE, SHE USED TO SAY TO HER REFLECTION TOWARDS THE MIRROR WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FACE SHE HAD SOFT AS SILK HER DRESS WHITER THEN HEAVEN
SHE COMBED HER SOFT HAIR AND PAUSED
SHE HELD ON TO HER HEAD FOR A LITTLE WHILE REALIZING THERE'S A BUMP
SHE CLOSED HER EYES AND REPLAYED THAT DAY
HE HAD HIT HER THAT DAY WITH HIS BARE BAT LIKE KNUCKLES
ONE PUNCH TO HER HEAD HAD HER BAWLING FOR HIM TO STOP
HER CRIES IS WHAT HE LIKED TO FEED ON
SHE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE SHE OPENED HER EYES AND STOOD UP FROM HER CHAIR
SHE LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR AGAIN AND SAW A BIG DISCOLORATION ACROSS HER LEFT EYE.
HE PUNCHED HER FACE WITH SUCH HATE IN HIS EYES
I MUST OF DESERVED THAT SHE SAID
SHE SAUNTERED AWAY STILL THINKING HE WAS THE ONE
THEN SHE HEARD A HOWL SO TERRIFYING IT WAS PIERCING HER EARS
IT WAS COMING FROM THE MIRROR
SHE RAN TOWARDS THE MIRROR AND SAW HER REFLECTION
ONLY THIS TIME SHE DIDN'T LOOK THE SAME
HER FACE WAS ALL BRUISED UP
SHE STARED AT THE MIRROR AND SAID
"THIS ISN'T ME I AM BEAUTIFUL AND THIS GIRL ISN'T"
BUT... IT WAS HER REFLECTION
SHE STARTED CRYING AND THEN SHE HAD PUT HER HEAD DOWN
SHE LOOKED AT THE MIRROR ONCE MORE AND SAW THE GIRL STANDING UP AND SHE WAS DISAPPEARING SLOWLY
SHE LOOKED DOWN AT HER BODY AND SAW HER BODY DISAPPEARING SLOWLY AS WELL.
HER DRESS WASN'T WHITE ANYMORE IT WAS BLOOD RED
SHE WAS DIEING
SHE WAS STILL BLIND TO SEE THAT......
HE HAD KILLED HER
SHE COMBED HER SOFT HAIR AND PAUSED
SHE HELD ON TO HER HEAD FOR A LITTLE WHILE REALIZING THERE'S A BUMP
SHE CLOSED HER EYES AND REPLAYED THAT DAY
HE HAD HIT HER THAT DAY WITH HIS BARE BAT LIKE KNUCKLES
ONE PUNCH TO HER HEAD HAD HER BAWLING FOR HIM TO STOP
HER CRIES IS WHAT HE LIKED TO FEED ON
SHE COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE SHE OPENED HER EYES AND STOOD UP FROM HER CHAIR
SHE LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR AGAIN AND SAW A BIG DISCOLORATION ACROSS HER LEFT EYE.
HE PUNCHED HER FACE WITH SUCH HATE IN HIS EYES
I MUST OF DESERVED THAT SHE SAID
SHE SAUNTERED AWAY STILL THINKING HE WAS THE ONE
THEN SHE HEARD A HOWL SO TERRIFYING IT WAS PIERCING HER EARS
IT WAS COMING FROM THE MIRROR
SHE RAN TOWARDS THE MIRROR AND SAW HER REFLECTION
ONLY THIS TIME SHE DIDN'T LOOK THE SAME
HER FACE WAS ALL BRUISED UP
SHE STARED AT THE MIRROR AND SAID
"THIS ISN'T ME I AM BEAUTIFUL AND THIS GIRL ISN'T"
BUT... IT WAS HER REFLECTION
SHE STARTED CRYING AND THEN SHE HAD PUT HER HEAD DOWN
SHE LOOKED AT THE MIRROR ONCE MORE AND SAW THE GIRL STANDING UP AND SHE WAS DISAPPEARING SLOWLY
SHE LOOKED DOWN AT HER BODY AND SAW HER BODY DISAPPEARING SLOWLY AS WELL.
HER DRESS WASN'T WHITE ANYMORE IT WAS BLOOD RED
SHE WAS DIEING
SHE WAS STILL BLIND TO SEE THAT......
HE HAD KILLED HER
2 comments:
Intense. Shocking. Your poem made the reader enter a very scary world and wouldn't let me go until the last word.
suspenseful, this poem gave me chills. its really awesome so much details and visuals, you should be the next stephanie meyer. lol keep up the excellent work cuzzo love you & more.
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