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Nightmare mirror

Feb 26, 2017Feb 26, 2017MattLeave a comment

Arms burst through the bed
And pulled me under
I gasped for breath
As I came to a place
Where I didn’t wear this face
Just a toothless grin
That resembled no name
Juggling nightmares
Through the looking glass
I was a prisoner
A monstrous clown
A widower
A beast of silent horrors
Becoming a Munch painting
In the mirror

Poetrydepression, horror, nightmare, Poetry, practice, writing
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