The door was left unlocked.
Let the mimic inside.
It could see her sitting
By the fireplace and calm.
No expression on her
Face. It stayed in the hall.
Just out of sight, waiting.
It said her name: Sara.
It stirred Sara alert.
She could see the figure
In the hallway, fire eyes
The face was a blank of
Her own. It said her name
Again. Quiet and crisp.
Sara did not answer
Death waiting on her lips.
The mimic would take her
Soon enough, just answer.
About the Creator
Ernest Taulbee
I live in Louisville, KY with my two daughters and two dogs. Eastern Kentucky University graduate. X: @GordonTaul72113. For more: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ernest-Gordon-Taulbee/author/B01GGRCKJO. Appreciate all reads and comments.
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