She stood in the hallway,
her face partially illuminated.
The other half,
hidden by
a dark mystery.
A sinister smile
played at her mouth
looking carved upon
her twelve-year-old face.
"Come play with me."
Her voice rang,
creepily melodious.
Her eyes cut into me.
I could only stand frozen and nod.
I don't want a repeat of the last time
I told the girl in the shadows
no.
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces.
PoetryDear reader, this won't necessarily be a story, rather my poems and thoughts. If you are brave enough to venture into my mind and my work, I will welcome you with open arms. Thank you. Sincerely, a.f.
