Tapping on the glass
I meet his gaze
He won’t look away.
The wind is howling
He stares into my soul
He judges me.
Tapping on the glass
He touches his cheek
He studies my face.
The wind is screaming.
He reaches towards me
What is he?
Banging on the glass
He fascinates me
His silver skin and silver eyes
The wind is still
Glass shatters
He reaches through my mirror.
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A Poetry Compilation
PoetryA collection of poems that I had wrote for my creative writing class in 2020 or so.
