It looked from above
Down on me.
With a face that has no eyes.
Grinning,
I’m panicking.
Its teeth are showing.
I’m shivering.
“You will die now, y’know right?”
I know.
I know that way too well.
My eyes are the size of a plate.
I’m feeling pure terror.
I want to die...
But
I
Do
Not
Want
To
Be
E a t e n.
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m i l d a < 3
A poem by me!