1 March 2013
By the sparkle in your eye, You seem to boast with such grace.
Day by day, Turning into night,
The thought of you haunts my dreams, Bringing upon many screams.
Glass shattering, My teeth were chattering- I could hear them, in the kitchen chatting, chanting.
The "S" rolled off their lips, Both spoke with no lisp.
I turned to the mirror, And saw but pure horror.
Looking for words I haven't used; Some of which I haven't abused.
My eyes widened, Knees hitting the ground, Pop!
Out of their sockets they flew. I blinked, and it was over.
Blink • Opuss № I