by Kiara Jackson
White is the color of her clothes
As she stands there looking worried and
Cold
Standing barefoot on the ground looking
All around
She follows her
She is big and bold
And black like burnt coal
With a slant smile that turns
People smiles upside down
She follows her
Standing in front of a red
Wall at 20 feet tall with
Horns like a bull
She follows her
Thorns throughout her body
And a tail that’s long like a rope
She stands there
Preying on one’s soul
Standing behind her is
The Shadow of her soul
THE VIRGINIA NORMAL 