the green will turn orange.
the day becomes night.
the strobe effect flickers,
she gives me a fright.
i'm in my bed sleeping
i hear her steps thump.
the door creaks open
my heartbeat goes bump.
the reflection is sharp.
it couldn't be clearer.
she's right behind me,
the girl in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
untitled poems
Poetrythese are my untitled poems. i write when boredom strikes. they vary by my mood, and they may have different lines & stanzas than the next. they may rhyme. they may not. i don't capitalize my letters.
