“Pardon me, please,” she says, smiling.
“Would this position do?”
I can't respond with my ears ringing,
all my thoughts seem untrue.
“Would this do?” She asks me once more,
her words now loud and clear.
I take a glimpse upon the mirror,
my tears begin to stir.
Inside the mirror she is seen,
a pretty little girl
with perfect teeth and flawless skin,
beloved by the world.
But soon as she beholds my face,
her facade turns dark gray.
Her head as though twas in a race,
turns faster than my heart was fazed.
I count her breath from one to three,
while here I hold my breath.
“I don't want to grow up, mommy,”
Only I heard her in my head.
Her whisper soft as subtle wind,
enters my weakened lungs.
Towards the mirror, I then lean,
“You can't undo what has been done."
And as I whispered, dark smoke leaked
from what seemed to be her black core
“Then shall I kill what's yet been seen?“
I...
haven't thought of that before.
Now in the mirror I stare as if to play
a staring contest with a ghoul.
Now that I've perceived it in this way,
Mom...
I don't want to grow up after all.
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To anyone actually reading this: I'm sorry I've been inactive for a long time. I took a little break from Wattpad for some reason. I'll fully make up for my leave soon:)))
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Shallow Depths
PoesiaThe voices that have seemed so small and words we've always left alone are ones of which when we merge all will paint the scenes to eyes unknown. - ♪ - My first poetry collection in Wattpad. No specific themes and topics, all random. [Please read...
