Teeth glisten in the dark
as I walk through the park.
I stop in my tracks in fear,
not knowing what can be near.
I stand quietly and listen,
but I only see the glisten.
Soft footsteps ring out behind me.
I’m not waiting around to see.
Then I happen to glance down,
and my face droops in a frown.
The fanged smile floats on the lily pond.
Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.
It reveals the darkness inside
that I’ve always failed to hide.







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Ron
Love ya!
Jane