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Reflection

Alabaster skin
so sinister and seductive
but the cancer lies within
so malevolent and destructive
stalking those at night
a homicidal mentality
cringing, too weak to fight
nightmares become reality
caustic and corrosive
a thief of innocence
a cannibal, erosive
twilight truths become too intense
dread becomes grime
covered in fear
each and every time
I gaze into the mirror

Author notes

Word Bank:
Alabaster
Sinister
Seductive
Cancer
Malevolent
Destructive
Homicidal
Mentality
Cringe
Nightmare
Caustic
Innocence
Cannibal
Dread

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  • Macsword
    September 4

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    Good work

    getting much of the wordbank into a short write. Well done poet.


  • nichtmich silver member
    August 9

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    Well done! You not only managed the word bank, you superceded it. Your rhyming ability is excellent. Love the last line, it gives your poem an emotional punch. Best wishes.


  • Miss Macabre silver member
    August 8

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    This has perfect flow, you used these words so clever. It was so fun to read! And it seems so sinister.

    to weak to fight > too weak to fight

    Some suggestions, the only part where flow is shaky and rhyme is off is the last four lines.

    morosive isn't a word. If you need help rhyming with corrosive all I can think of is explosive.

    dread becomes mine
    living in fear
    each and every time
    I gaze into the mirror

    This could be changed some.

    Dread becomes grime,
    I'm covered in fear,
    each and every time,
    I gaze into the mirror.

    You don't have to use that example, just an example of some changes that could be done. Mine and time don't really rhyme, and aren't true to the theme you've come up with. But there's always slime, grime, crime...or if you're going vice versa:

    Dread becomes mine,
    living in fear,
    shivers course up my spine,
    when I gaze in the mirror.

    Those are just some general ideas, but this is a great poem really. The last stanza is the only rocky part the rest is genius! Makes me want to write a wordbank using my own words, lol. Thanks for entering and good luck to you.