Mirror, Mirror

A shadow looms just past your point of perception

A cold breeze blows against the back of your neck

Your hair stands on end as chills creep up your arms

Close your eyes tight and count to three

Open your eyes; it was only a dream

But look, still, the image is there

Right in front of you cold, black eyes stare

Piercing deep into your soul

In your veins your blood runs cold

The eyes looking back at you are your own.




2 Comments Add yours

  1. tianavandyk says:

    I enjoyed this post 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. caillenjames says:

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment

      Liked by 1 person

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