That Evil One Poem by Courtney Shanahan

That Evil One



He looked at me with his blood red eyes
Watching my heart beat under my skin
His touch was so cold like putting your hand in the freezer
His hair as black as the night sky sparkling in the rain
As he spoke my pulse started to take off at lightening speed
His smell as sweet as a warm apple and cinnamon pie on a Saturday afternoon
Everything about him invited me in
He licked his razor blade teeth and started for me
That was the end

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