except when I awke
they are still there
hovering over my bed,
a chelsea smile on their crooked faces
In the mirrors they lurk,
taunting me
with grim smiles.
I see my own face
among them.
Pale faces and purple lips.
A face I do not recognize.
I dream of monsters.
They lurk inside me,
and I know them all
too well.
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