A short poem based on a dream I had.
We all feared her the second we saw her.
The tall lady with the glassy blue eyes.
She towered at the corner
With all the businessmen and commoners
Whisperings of doom
Eyeballs boiling
Teeth pulling.
The scariest moment was when
She lifted her long bony arm
And pointed
With her long bony finger
And said,
"You."
"Are next."
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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