The Mirror

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by Mackenzie Cartier

The woman with no face
Is stalking you
She is waiting for you
To make one mistake
The man with no face
Is stalking you
He is waiting to devour
The first living soul
The woman with no face
Is waiting for a meal
She is waiting for you
To make one mistake
The man with no face
Follows you through
your mirror 
mocking your ignorance
The woman with no face
Has razor sharp teeth 
She is waiting for you
For her stomach cries
The man with no face
Is watching you
Stomach empty
And eyes inhuman
The woman with no face
Is no longer
Trapped in the mirror
Breaks free and kills you.

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