Polaroid

By S. Akshay Varma

The partially open door

And the creaking sound of the wooden floor,

Staring at me with its blood red eyes

Telling me it's existence is filled with lies,

And then I realized a few things

The mere thoughts in my head, they sting,

I move my head left and so does it

I move my head right and so does it,

So I switch off my fright

And turn on the light,

My head's down looking near my feet

And I find the Earth exerting violent heat,

I look up and it shines like silver

I find that it's nothing more then my mirror,

Oh I see it, the embodiment of evil

And the true cause of the dwelling upheaval.

By S. Akshay Varma