I see myself in the mirror.
steamy from the shower,
See my image and the mirror warps.
into something utterly made in horror
A monster stands before me
yet his intentions are unknown.
Monster before me. What do I see?
He opens his mouth of razors
and I can not look away.
Is he going to eat me?
crawl through the mirror and feast.
Inside the mirror, he shrieks.
then he reaches out towards me.
Me why me as his fingers draw near.
Then, as soon as his fingers touch
everything is fine, he is gone...
I open the bathroom door and run.
collapse on my bed out of breath
Shall I tell my mother.
or get a crucifix instead?
Kill the monster to free the dread,
or try to reason with him?
Him, or so I think it is
the monster is no good for me...
Dead, at least I might as well be,
for the monster is now in my head
