Sometimes
I am bleached white bones
and empty eye sockets,
the color of a blank computer screen.
.
And sometimes
I rule the place of wheelbarrow red fire.
I am a black-cloaked entity,
a scythe-wielding monster to some,
a capitalized name, but
.
I also do not exist.
You see me out of the corners of your eyes
But when you turn your head
I am gone.
.
They cower before me,
begging for me to stay away
from them and their loved ones,
and there are a precious few
who don't care when I arrive,
as long as they get to say goodbye.
.
But what they do not know
is that I am nothing more
than a lazy teenager crashing
on my mother's couch
.
and that I am afraid of the dark.
It's talking about Death, in case you didn't know. It's an original work, too, but I couldn't find an original works thing in the fandom list, like on AO3. If you have a better title, please do tell. I needed a title to print it at school and I had less than a minute, and this happened. (The annoying periods are there because the spaces won't stay with nothing there, so.) The last two stanzas were kind of a joke between the girl who sits behind me and I, so yeah. :D (Also, constructive criticism is encouraged!)
-TheKittenQueen