Quick Poetry

Perfect timing does not exist

He threw me against the wall

Then into the hallway closet.

He lost control.

I’m not a mind reader

But I met the reaper

And shes telling me

She has a demon

Angels, demons,

Let me address the ghosts;

delusion or hallucination?

Now you see me, now you don’t.

I got the best compliment:

You’re cute and smart

You're a little bit scary.

It’s all an illusion, though.