Reality....

• Hannah Matthews
• Poetry
• 2008

She walks alone and silently through the ghost like house
She walks up and down the passages
Not knowing which way to turn
As one wrong turn and she will be faced with her fear
She turns left,right,left,left,right then enters a bedroom
She sits on the bed and stares into the mirror
But no reflection meets her eyes

Her skin is as pale as snow
Her lips red like blood
She had long blonde hair that tumbles down her back
Her 16th birthday is only a day away but the day will never some

She was murdered the day before her 16th Birthday
She was murdered by her boyfriend
She was murder in her deceased fanilies mansion

Now she wanders the passges alone
Not wanting to come face to face with....
The knife
The bed
The boyfriend
The reality that she is dead