Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

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While I was trying to go I went around a corner I was against the wall When it happened I could not move I was confused I was stiff I was paralyzed When I looked down I saw the other side of the hall Then I realized I was a mirror on he wall ----------------------------------------------- This is a poem I wrote for my English class. It is morbid, sad and deep. It contains abuse you have been warned. Please leave me comments, I have been thinking about turning it into a story but I'm not sure.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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