Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash
You glare at me with those spiteful eyes...
I'm glad to see the back of you;
Packing your stuff in anger.
Safety, minutes away.
You call me something...
I stand my ground.
The door slams.
Relief.
Gone.
About the Creator
Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (8)
This is a good entry, best of luck in the challenge! The picture is a perfect choice as well
Loved the lead-in photo- pretty much says it all. Great entry😂
Lol, this felt so relatable! Fantastic poem!
So well done.
Great visuals! 👌
Excellent. Visually, I could see this playing out. Made me laugh.
5/5 I’m out of words! Speechless! 👏👏👏
Excellent take on the challenge, as I have said before these can't really be happy poems though mine was a joke 😂