Premonition
As the fingers of dusk
pluck away the last droplets of light,
I stand in front of the hazy mirror
with the door behind me.
I see me staring at me
grimacing in a rictus of…?
I shiver and switch on the light
…the mirror is blank…
I keep staring at it…
I see only the door behind my back
staring at me …
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