I see my friend dimly lit in the hall.
I go to them, fighting to keep the anguish at bay.
Only adrenaline keeps me going,
And the terror that I know looms ahead.
Oh, the abject horror of it.
Furious eyes reflect back at me,
And threatening claws inch closer and closer.
I am paralyzed by the fiendish smirk
That spoke of a deep, unsettling pleasure.
There my friend lay by the shattered mirror,
And I ran from the terror.
A shadow of my past, that horror follows close behind.
*What is horror in poetry? This writing is an exploration of this question. Happy Halloween!