Her smile scares me.
It’s like a predator,
sizing up it’s prey.
You can tell it’s totally fake,
and can imagine it
with vampric incisors.
And coupled with her wave…
I’m sure much else is scarier.
And when we go out to eat,
should there be a baby around,
she’ll play peek-a-boo with them.
And they’re anything like me,
They’ll prefer when her face is hidden.
Because her smile scares me,
it genuinely scares me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem