Poetry

I looked in the mirror

To look at my outfit

For the night.

 

Instead, I saw the demon

That lives inside and

I suddenly did not want to live.

 

Poem #2

In the darkness I walk,

Afraid of what is around

The corner and afraid

Of what I might encounter.

 

Eyes, bright red eyes have found me,

Staring straight into me and pierce

My soul. In this darkness,

I was right to fear the black mirror.

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