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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