The Mirror: A Horror Poem

January 5, 2016

as the seconds drag on for days

and my blood begins to race

I find myself lost in your gaze

those lifeless eyes glossy on her placid face

I reach for her hand, and suddenly she reaches back

our fingertips touch, her skin like...glass

I pull back and she follows suit

nothing but silence, only time will pass

I try to ask her her name, but

we ask at the same time awkwardly and then both fall mute

looking down, I notice her scars, stitches, and bruising

she's clearly fighting a mighty battle and I'm afraid she's losing

I reach once more for her, to comfort her at least

until I felt her fingertips once again

but this time, my heart seized

instantly my tears began

I look down at my limp body

how could this be

the girl in front of me is dying

that girl is me

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