She.

She really looks like death, her eyes a vortex waiting for you to fall into the trap.

Don’t look into them; you may never be the same.

Don’t look into them; avoid your own personal doom.

She’s like a cat waiting for the perfect time to pounce,

She’s an animal, a beast inside a mask.

She’s a danger to your soul; she’s a danger to us all.

Don’t fall for her mind tricks; ignore what escapes those devil lips.

You’d better run, you’d better hide, before she gets you, before she unleashes her inner being.

Before it’s too late, before no one there to hear you scream.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

It's toooo late. I've already been got. But thanks for reminding me on the pointlessness of screaming!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"She’s an animal, a beast inside a mask."

Awesome!

[Siren]

This is intense. I like what you did with the title--one word, "she" summons up thoughts of a powerful, awe-inspiring woman. Good write.

[Susanna F]

Chilling. It isn't cut-and-dry, which is intriguing. I have no idea if "she" is someone you know or if this is about others speaking about you, or if it's just about a character. Each possibility leads to different nuances of meaning. Really interesting.

[xSamilynnx]

wow its amazing xD xD

[S]

Your poems reflect the voice of an honest person. It's quite refreshing.

[dontwakeme]

Beautiful...just, beautiful.

[lei]

'She'

... it can be something that you're trapped with..

[Geraldine]

I loved this a lot. ^^ It's scary because you really could feel the trouble and danger of whoever that 'she' is. ^^

[nathan]

Hmmm...I hear three voices in this piece but what I fail to understand is the urgency in the voices. why do they implore if not for love???