The Scariest Room Alive Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
The Scariest Room Alive
Brandish a sword
right into that big fish.
No he cannot swim,
he is a fat-cat, fish. Yes.
He speaks of tales
non-existent ones, the nerve!
Don’t let him cross,
show him who you are.
I demand for his skin
to be bare, release shame!
A thief of your identity,
he locks it up in his nest.
Let’s retrieve it,
hold on to my golden mirror.
We’ll point it to his eyes,
the scariest room alive.
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