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

[Sunflower]

very good write

[Jibey]

Vitriolic...

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Very nice, you bring so much into this, it speaks. I really like this.

[SlightlyOdd]

Hmmm kinda creepy but interesting

[Becky Clancy]

._. Scary...but still really good (:

[AchingAlexandra]

Sadly , this makes me think of me . . .

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

She indeed, well done!

[patricia]

A poem expressing fear and distrust really well. A listen to your instincts write. Thankyou.

[Morrigan Nicole]

spooky one, lady. :D

[Michelle_H]

I really like the layout of this poem and the idea behind it. Very creative and thought provoking!