Bloody Mary

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary”

The name said three times to a mirror that makes us wary

But what if she doesn’t reside in a mirror anymore,

But in the small device that we clutch when something is a bore?

She knows that kids see her as a “fake” superstition, like a black cat

So instead she lurks, waiting to attack while we’re on Snapchat

We stay away from mirrors at night, worried we’ll get a terrifying surprise

But we forget that there is a small mirror sitting on the nightstand as we close our eyes

Creepypastas show kids scarier urban legends, that Bloody Mary has gone away

But she is still here, in our phones, and here she will stay

We are attached to the hip with our phones, we can’t let them go

Which is why Bloody Mary will stay in this world, instead of being a fear from long ago

Bloody Mary waits, finding the right time to make her presence clear

And with the sharp rise in technology, that time is coming near.

 

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