You run down a narrow hall
It is dark, almost pitch black
The close walls are lined with mirrors
You're running from something
You don't know what it is
You look back over your shoulder
Behind you the mirrors flash with terror
The flash of flames licking the walls of a room
A dark figure lurks in an alley, it reaches out
Sheer horror calls from a pair of hollow eyes
A shrill shriek rips through the air
You shut your eyes tightly, and keep on running
Running from the dark shadows, just on your heels
They threaten to pull to back
Back to the darkest memories you have
You try to run ahead, up to the bright shimmering on the mirrors just in front of you
You long for them to pull you back to the bright memories
A bubbly giggle, bright blue eyes
A soft arm wrapped around your shoulders
A cool green wave washes over you
A warm summer breeze weaves through the grass and caresses your skin
The reflections ahead painfully fade into nothing as you approach them
The reflections behind bite on your heels, threatening to engulf you in their horror
The bad memories lurk, haunting the shadows
They linger, reminding you of the painful events of the past
The bright memories dance up ahead
Teasing you, reminding you of the brightest things that eve happened, never to happen again
Every way you look, there are memories teasing, haunting, the bright, the dark, inescapable, they haunt you fora lifetime.
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Haunting
PoetryA short story/poem about memories. The good, the bad, no matter what. They all haunt you.