Bad Luck

Returning late at night;
Dark and empty home.
Flickering of movement,
When I am all alone.

Heart skips a beat -
Someone in my room.
Move when I move,
Freeze when I do.

Creeping behind them,
Striking them hard,
Hearing the tinkle,
Of broken glass.

Fumbling for a light;
Brightness floods the room.
Scintillating shards,
A shattered heirloom.

Ornate ancient mirror,
Splintered on the ground.
Cuts on all my fingers,
No-one else around.

No sneaking intruders,
But I guess they’ll be,
Seven more years
Of bad luck for me.