Little Girl

This poem kind of creeped me out when I first wrote it. I mean, just think about it!

Who's that little girl standing on my lawn? She has snow in her hair and no coat on.

Who's that little girl stepping on my stair? There's snow on the ground but no prints anywhere.

Who's that little girl standing in the hall? Her face ghostly pale and no expression at all.

Who's that little girl standing at my door? She keeps getting closer; I can't take this anymore.

Who's that little girl standing by my bed? Her mouth open wide and her face bleeding red.

Who's that little girl standing over me? Her body frozen solid and her eyes blue as the sea.

She's that little girl standing in the cold, I've seen her for years but she never gets old. I used to think she would die out there, but she already had so you must beware.

Reviews

[Reshma]

Oh.. this gave me goosebumps, I could feel her standing besides me.
You know how to explain in detail what you want the reader to see in very few lines, this is indeed a quality of mature writer.
Good writing. :)