Me, Myself And I

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