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You’re here again I see.
I’ve met you in my slumber many times before.
The medicine cabinet mirror holds you, saves me from you.
Who are you? The words swirl in my head. My mouth like cotton unable to speak.
Your blank eyes staring through me.
The bathroom caves around me. My alarm ringing in the distance.
Who are you!?!
Slowly lifting your gaze to mine
You smile so sinister and slimy
About the Creator
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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