The Freaky Mirror 

Durriya Sakarwala posted under PenMuse-52 Poetry on 2023-05-11

Rusted folklore snickers softly  Edged delicately the carvings shimmer,  Standing tall in a spooky abandoned castle, My reflection smiles wickedly.  Wickedly the outcries unfold,  I hoot a horrifying curled outcry,  As you enter my locked-up banned territory, Begins my haunted tale untold.  Untold but waiting to uproar,  I gulp down your placid naked image,  When you stare at my bruised, marred, and tarnished body, Your blood and flesh I gaily pour.  Pour out some anecdotes haunted Plagued, possessed, and tormented I prevail, An old fragile mirror I am cursed since ages, I leave your reflection rusted.     Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!