Pet peeve

What really grinds my gears

is a mirror who's reflection does not look as it should appear.

In the middle of the night it doesn't look quite right,

which wakes me up with a grasp of fright,

since what I saw couldn't not be right, 

for its movement did not match mine.

by Christina

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