"Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded timid, not at all like I'd hoped it would sound. I wanted it to sound strong.
"You're funny," they said, their chuckle sounding like shards of glass, stabbed into my soul.
"Tell me who you are!" I yelled. My terrified voice bounced off the tiled walls, echoing in the small space.
The glass chuckle stopped. My blood ran cold. Then my reflection spoke. "Take a wild guess."
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
