#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams,
Resisting the urge to open your eyes,
Afraid to see something not nice ,
Little by little when you wonder ,
The scenes gets darker and darker,
Clearly hearing the clock ticking,
Trying to feel if someone or something lurking,
Covered in layers of blanket,
While your heart beats like rocket,
Hearing heavy foot steps towards your room door ,
Glass of water that fell on the floor,
Not able to move and got cold as ice while shutting eyes still,
Picturing the disturbing current scenario you are in,
Living alone made you afraid more than you thought you could feel,
With the breeze from outside your window that caress your skin,
Slowly opening eyes as you see a mirror in front of you,
Seeing yourself frowning that seems to drained its own hue,
As the both of you looked at your left side to find the ticking clock,
But it's nowhere to be found then both of "you" suddenly heard a knock ,
One , two, three and another continues to aggressively knock on your door,
Doorknob unlocked itself like how the new grinning guest invited himself,
Holding a cold sharp blade with his hand that covered with dripping blood through the floor,
And a smile crosses from the lips of the darker creature as it faces you and you see yourself .



















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