Cold eyes, glassy and staring,
Slide slowly across,
Like a security camera,
Emotionless and remote.
They stop with chilling abruptness
Like a gasp, never heard,
A beam that freezes you in place.
The frayed lace stirs slowly
As the head follows.
Target acquired.
Daily Archives: August 18, 2016
Possession
By emtwytte
Leave a comment | tags: Ghost Story, Poem, Poetry, Possession, Short Stories, Short Story | posted in Fiction, Poetry, Short Stories
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