Bugs crawl through her skin
The devil is knocking "Let me in"
The face that faces her is in this mirror
Is the face that is screaming at her in horror
Beast and monsters sneak past the bed
To see her standing there in dred.
She wishes she could escape
The ghost that smothers her with a cape
Trapped inside a nightmare
She refuses to let them be a scare
They cover her in her sheets
And pick her up slowly by her feet
They carry her far away
Where the rest of these horrid creatures play
They stare at her in confusion
,Because she is looking at them as if they are a delusion
They pinch and scratch
And they even pick her up and play catch
Not once was she frightened
The monster's smiles were not brightened
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Poetry
PoetryThese poems consist of small short stories and a little about myself. So yeah. They tell of creatures,trees,and far away places. And a lot more.
