Nacht...Night...
It's all the same,
they come.
Their eyes, their teeth,
those grins, the scrathing at my window.
I swear it's all a dream,
when my parents ask me,
a horrifying dream.
It's so much more,
and they know it.
They'll get me soon,
descending into the pits of doom,
perhaps I am over-dramatic.
What's that sound?
I crouch near my door,
pushing it open. It's nothing of course.
My hair flutters by my ear,
that's weird.
Oh no.
It's a reality...
and the reality is that my window is open,
and I'm alone.
Author notes
I chose to base this poem off the title option.
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- My Horror, My Dream. My Reality by x Simply x Me x.
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as obvious as this is for what option you chose, i ask that you follow the rules and put the option you chose in your authors notes
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