Reflections

 

I feel her eyes upon me, her gaze

so intense it invades my soul,

searching darkest corners for

skeletons forgotten,

secrets left untold

lies to expose.

She seeks to

destroy

me.

 

****A nonet poem is made up of nine lines, where the first line is composed of nine syllables, the second line of eight syllables, and so on to the final line, which consists of only one syllable. This gives the appearance the poem is slowly vanishing.****