Poem #1

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THING

Mirror,Mirror ...
What do I see?
Mirror,Mirror...
Who do I see.

I see a face,
With fear etched in its creases.
I see a face,
With worry lining its forehead.

I see a body,
With hands pretty as porcelain,
I see a body,
With skin as angelic as cotton.

I see four,
Four piercing eyes-
They send shivers down my spine.
Two pairs of different kinds.

At first I thought they were mine,
At first I said they were mine,
I looked down and saw the difference,
My hands were rough and calloused.

My vision swarmed with red.
Who was that entity?
I took a second look,
I saw something worse.

I saw a smile,
Enticing and sadistic.
A grin sown on the pretty porcelain skin.
It's smiling at me.

She's going nearer-
He's growing nearer-
Cold- cold breath,
I can feel it,I can hear it.

Sticky, wet-
I can smell something...
Metallic-
Metallic?

My eyes widened with fear,
My forehead creased with worry,
Something is coming...
And it's coming for me.







Kitty,kitty, what have I done?

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