| The Mirror |
| Cold and hard. The mirror is. You see your reflection. Distorted. By the crack. Smooth and solid. The mirror is. You see the key and reach for it. It's not there, into the glass with a smack. Shiny and Scratched. The mirror is. Back to your reflection. Evil. Like a shark's attack. Cool and heavy. The mirror is. Looking deeper now, into your eyes. Right to the centre. Pitch Black. |