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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Young Adult Readers And Writers

Just a short poem I wrote last year. Let me know if I have any mistakes




when the sun is too low to shine,

I think of her.


her eyes seemed fake,

too blue,

for something so common.

how easily I was drawn in,

those soft vibrations breaking past,

all reasonable defences.

when her claws came out, 

I shrieked, but did not run.

not so common,

it seemed.

pure-blooded predator launched,


a silent but deadly flury.

the screaming stopped.


Submitted: October 28, 2019

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