Down the hall, out of the corner
a voice calls out, and bids me, come
slowly I walk, a low, faint murmur -
I know not where the voice comes from
*
Into the warm and steam filled washroom
I wipe the mirror, of its mistiness
A subtle breeze, and waft of perfume
a familiar face, in some distress
*
The image clear, intentions murky
my reflection looks me in the eye
Gives me a smile, a little smirky
says the choice is, she or I
*
I stumble back, the shock compels me
to turn and run, I know not why
My image turns, appearing beastly
screams my name, it's time to die
*
My reflection chases down the hallway
mirrors all along the drafty walls
Provides a passage, making me the prey
I look behind, stumble and fall
*
Now on my back, my head is aching
I look around, no sign of me
I turn my phone, the camera open
I fear just who, I'm gonna see
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