Saturday, August 13, 2011

The reflection is staring,
someone completely different.
Feeling the unwanted presence, 
lurking deep inside.
As it runs through the veins,
gliding through the warm blood.
As it sits under the skin,
waiting to come out.
It's seen in the reflection,
while its serpentine eyes penetrate.
It wants to win,
it wont,
it stays behind the glass.

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