This poem is based on something that just happened about 10 minutes before I wrote it, as I was walking back from school. It's weird, I know. But then again, I have been imagining doing horrible things to my favorite character all day, so I guess that's to be expected.

This afternoon, as I was walking home,
I saw a woman standing on the sidewalk
up ahead.
Her skin was pale; she was dressed
in bright scarlet.
She didn't seem to be looking anywhere,
for any purpose.
Just standing.
As I approached her, I turned and went
my other path to home.
No, Death, you're not going to get me yet.
She's still standing there.
She's still standing there.
She's still standing there.