I sit at the table

Facing the window

My own face

Starring back

The woods outside are dark.

Silhouetted behind my reflection,

Which is illuminated by chandelier

My skin is pale

Sunkin

The years have been unkind

The lighting crueler still

A wind shifts the fog outside

My hair shifts in the breeze

My hair shifts in the breeze

I stop breathing

Stomach dropping.

My reflection

My face

No

It’s face

Smiles

A mess of fangs

Like broken glass

The light goes out

I sit at the table

Starring at the window

Waiting for the thing in my reflection

To make the first move

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