the mirror reflects
forges images of a more frightening version of
eyes are wide and shadowy, large,
set against gaunt and grayish face.
Horror creeps ever nearer until I'm forced
to look away.
A simple call from nature,
once the lights are out, and I am
padding down a (suddenly) long,
long hallway, heart
ghosts behind me, hot
upon my neck.
The bathroom bestows
turn on the
light or not?
Avoid the mirror- but I
and there I am - (she is) in all her gore, garments dripping guilty garnet
I see her without really seeing her-
imagine, only, vision.
Hurry, then, back to bed.
close my eyes,
wait for sleep to rescue,
pray for dreamless rest.
Damn you, slumber parties of my youth and your Bloody Mary stories.