Innate Haunt

Form

All too human

Nectar for her desperation

She crawled towards

What was soaked

With death and damnation

The outline

Of past vapours

Curved in anticipation

A foolish woman begging to

Lick the terror

With no ounce of hesitation

She stood close

Enough to trigger the

Welcoming white backwards

What she saw was

Nothing but her mirror

Hardly a mortal killer

The mirror screeched

Cracks kissing the seams

Whatever blood pooled

Must be hers

Because a ghost

Never bleeds

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