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When your gaze found mine #lovepoem #surrealpoem #poetrydaily

When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
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The Cave Down the Hills #eeriepoetry #surrealpoetry #poetrydaily #horrorpoem

Down where the crooked hills descend,
beneath a moon that will not bend,
there lies a cave with teeth of stone,
that opens only when alone.

No path is marked upon the ground,
yet somehow every road is found.
The grass lies flat before its mouth,
as though something crawled straight out.

They say the cave was once a mine.

They are lying.

There are no tools inside.
No lanterns.
No bones.

Only footprints.

Thousands of them.

All facing inward.

I heard the cave call out my name,
but not in a human voice.

It sounded like my mother
speaking from underwater.

Then my own voice answered from the dark.

“Come closer.”

I stepped inside.

The entrance vanished behind me.

Not closed.

Vanished.

The walls were breathing.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Each breath pulled the air from my lungs,
and when the cave exhaled,
I heard whispers crawling through the cracks.

My name.

My name.

My name.

Then something whispered a name
I had never heard before.

And the walls went silent.

I walked deeper.

The cave grew warmer.

Then colder.

Then warm again.

As if something enormous
was breathing around me.

I found a river beneath the stone,
black as a pupil,
flowing upward into the ceiling.

Stars floated inside it.

I reached toward one.

It screamed.

I pulled my hand away.

There were faces beneath the water.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Their mouths opened together.

They were all trying to warn me.

I could not hear them.

The cave was louder.

I found a doorway carved into the rock.

Behind it was a bedroom.

My bedroom.

The same bed.

The same window.

The same photograph on the wall.

Only in the photograph,
I was standing beside someone
I had never met.

Something was standing behind us.

I looked closer.

It had no face.

Then the photograph blinked.

I dropped it.

From somewhere behind me came a soft voice.

“Don't turn around.”

I froze.

The voice continued.

“It's closer when you look.”

Something breathed against my ear.

I turned.

Nothing.

But on the wall ahead of me
was a shadow.

My shadow.

Except I was standing still.

It was walking.

Slowly.

Toward me.

I backed away.

The shadow stopped.

Then it smiled.

I ran.

The cave changed around me.

Passages twisted where there had been walls.
Walls appeared where there had been passages.
The floor tilted sideways.

I heard footsteps behind me.

One.

Two.

Three.

Then hundreds.

I ran faster.

The footsteps stopped.

I stopped too.

Silence.

Then,

one footstep
inside my chest.

I could feel it.

Another.

Closer.

Something was walking around
inside my ribs.

I screamed.

The cave screamed with me.

The hills outside answered.

And suddenly I understood.

The cave was not beneath the hills.

The hills were beneath the cave.

The entire mountain was hollow.

Something had been sleeping inside it.

Something that had been dreaming of me.

The ground split open.

I fell.

Not downward.

Sideways.

Past forests hanging upside down.
Past houses buried in the rock.
Past people frozen inside the walls,
their eyes moving as I passed.

And at the bottom,

there was a mouth.

Not a mouth in the stone.

A mouth beneath the stone.

A mouth so enormous
the cave itself was only one of its teeth.

It opened.

And the darkness inside it
was deeper than darkness should be.

Then it spoke.

Not my name.

My voice.

It said:

“I remember you.”

I wanted to run.

But behind me stood the hills.

In front of me stood the mouth.

And between them,

stood me.

Another me.

Pale.

Wet.

Smiling.

He whispered,

“You took so long.”

Then the cave began to breathe.

The hills rose.

The moon went black.

And somewhere far above us,
the world made the terrible mistake
of becoming morning.

At dawn, they say,
a stranger walks down the hills.

He never speaks.

He never looks back.

And every morning,
he stops beside the cave
and listens.

Sometimes the cave whispers.

Sometimes it screams.

But sometimes,

very softly,

the cave breathes out my voice.

And says,

“Come home.”


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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