She is there, always there
Every time I look out my window.
I know she is in there.
I can feel her ravenous stare
Taunting me to come near
To look down into those dark depths
Just so she can swallow my soul.
I never should have turned on the screen
And heeded the warning it blared at me.
Now she is branded in my mind
By a stamp of a ring when I close my eyes.
7 days she said, that’s how long it took
7 days she said, and her soul it took.
My breath is strained, everytime I go near
7 days Sadako, the water is clear
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
Inspired by Little Furrow‘s Blog (jymiely)
Photo from Google