The Locksmith Inside My Mirror
Watching me, waiting for me
The Locksmith Inside My Mirror
The locksmiths inside my mirror
waiting with his keys
his eyes are hollow
his mouth does not move
yet I hear him
He knows the cracks in my skin
he counts the shadows in my room
each night he stands closer
hand curled around iron teeth
that never rust
I do not ask which lock he keeps
or which door he will open
I only know the sound
of turning metal
echoing where no sound should be
The glass shakes when I breathe
his silence speaks louder than prayer
and I cannot turn away
for he waits
and he is patient
The locksmiths inside my mirror
waiting with his keys
The shadows crawl across the floor
and I feel them reach for me
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