Who's There?

Knock, Knock. Who's there?

That's how it always goes.

Never, "Is anyone there?"

They just assume it's there.

They just assume it's human.

Not this time––Oh, no.

This time, you open the door

To find scratch marks on your door post,

And each strand of thread lying in a pile

Beside the bare welcome mat.

This time, you open the door

To find claw marks going only one way––

Towards you.

This time, you open the door

To find lampposts snapped

And trees uprooted

This time, you open the door

To find that it really did have

Room in its mouth for your whole head.

Reversi

This one's a little bit weird. It was written from bottom up ((Thus, I have taken out the punctuation so that it makes more sense reading from both directions––Or less from one, and more from the other?)).

That said, read it through going down, and then read it again going back up, and tell me which one you prefer!

Smiling all the while

As nighttime wanders on

While cicadas begin to cry

The green grass in my hair

As a lightning flash

But all I see is bright

As the tempest rushes by

Trees sway in the wind

For it is a full moon

The clouds, too, have left

The city lights are out

The orange glow is gone, tonight

Just waiting for it to pass

I see their glow from where I lay

Smiling all the while

The celestial bodies begin to float

As nighttime wanders by

Warm Embrace

Dreaming, serene.

Smiling, for pain.

The fire, burning.

It's all so sweet.

Love it,

Hate it,

Smile and cry,

Be controlled,

Just for that warm embrace.

Yearning for touch,

And for pleasure.

You just don't care

How cold it can be.

At least it's something

To keep you alive.

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