A scary poem for Duff’s writing challenge #14.
Image by Jennie Faber via Flickr
I gazed into the broken mirror,
and who do you suppose I saw?
It was the face of my #1 enemy,
standing right behind me in the hall.
I could see his evil smirking grin,
icy chills coursed down my spine.
I must not let him capture me,
for on my flesh he’d surely dine.
We used to be the best of friends,
until the zombie attack one night.
He changed into a terrifying creature,
because he could not win the fight.
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