Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
My Devil, My Dad & Me
So I'm sorry you have to see me like this
I wished it on better terms
I wished it in another body
One that was more my own
You seem very warm and welcoming
Although the gates aren't closed
When locked behind and I can't escape
Is that when the teeth come out?
When looking at you I'm reminded
Of the man who brought me to life
Though one thing is different, if I may say
You don't scare me as much
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