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A Moment of Clarity
Jan. 18 / 2005 Movement out of the corner of my eye Heart freezes Blood stands still I turn to face it Terror floods me, cold and sudden Description is impossible No words exist frightening enough To explain the horror it has dredged up in me It copies my every move Move left It moves with me Raise a hand It waves back Twisted grin mocking me And all I can do is stare Study detail after terrible detail Ask it why It doesn't answer Nothing answers but the silence I can't take it Fist connects with glass Pieces shatter, raining against the sink Crimson drips slow against the tiled floor The only sound I can hear So now it's just me Standing here bleeding But just because I can't see it Does that mean it's truly gone?
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