Call Me Stupid

A comedy/horror based poem, on a student making her way to school through a dense fog of terror and joy.

Walking down a foggy street I realize something calling me.
I was told as a young child to never answer someone you can't see.
An odd superstition passed down to me.
Whatever is calling me, doesn't need to know that I'm afraid.
As I walk through this fog I feel it getting closer.
Taunting me with its sounds of its own footsteps.
I quickly turn around and scream.
I yell "leave me be, what do you want for me?"
I'm almost by my school, the hairs on my arm begin to rise.
What I see in front of me must be a dream or  some sort of a crime.
School is closed for the very first time.
I scream out loud,"NO!"
What was calling me this whole time was my consciousness, calling me to come back.

Reviews

[TLK]

When you scream "No!", this you is different to your consciousness? That's pretty freaky.

[Austin Cabrera]

Indeed very freaky, its the classic auguring with your inner voice.