The worst feeling Is that unreasonable Fear. (Bubbling in the too old non-stick pan of her stomach.) When she looks in the mirror The too-blue light In that 2pm stage (Far darker than midnight) Illuminating her face. But it no longer Seems to be Her Face. (It is someone else's) Distressed. Possessed. That mimics her facial features In ghostly gleam It follows her commands (But to what end?) When is the moment it will change? And smile at her frightened frown? And smirk at her Laughing to see her think That she is in control. (Not at all.)
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