Catoptrophobia

Mirrors are so deceiving

You look at one in the dead of night

You stare at your reflection, wondering

You see a portion of yourself there, in all your broken glory

What is it about mirrors

That makes you anticipate your body suddenly moving against your will

Or someone, something appearing, deceiving

All your nightmares reflected in glass

Everything is so still

You wonder if something will upset the balance

Can’t look for long

Still, the wooden frame flickers in the corner of your eye, ornate and carved with lions’ heads

Can’t escape, can’t escape

Mirrored reality, everything is backwards

One day ‘it’ will all come true

Something will disturb the quiet, you think

So frightening.

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-11:11 P.M.