Angry, i'm home Alone -
knock, knock, knock -
i peer through the hole,
and undo the lock.
a plain face Stares,
a Smiling Girl,
all in Black -
cheap tiara among curl.
i don't know her,
but feel i do;
She asks to come in,
and i allow her to.
i am Cautious,
but we start talking -
her Jokes are cruel,
her Silences disturbing.....
her voice is grating,
like Glass in a blender -
her name is Woe.
her lips are slender,
teeth: pointed, Sharp -
eyes gleaming - suddenly Red -
the smell of her breath
could wake the dead.....
i try to hide my Fear,
and rush her out -
say i must to work -
and lock the door behind.
She pounds its wood,
screaming shrilly -
Protesting that She
will never leave.
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