Wednesday, May 17, 2017



In my closet is a mirror.

And in that mirror,

Lives a monster.

I have never seen it,

But I can feel it peeking out,

From the crack in the doors.

Every night it watches me,

With glowing eyes.

I try to catch,

A glimpse of it,

But it always escapes,

Back behind the mirror.

And all that stares back,

Is me.

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