She follows me around the room,
Barefoot.
She flickers the lights on.
Off.
She wails.
Mourns.
Pulling mirrors down.
Glass
Breaking;
Down, she is.
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I need a pick-me-up.
White dress
Stained with blood.
House of mirrors.
She stares. Wailing has died.
Admires the beauty she has now became.
She slashes the mirrors.
False hope.
I freaking hate you.
The ghost of me.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
