Tiny Fingers

She hooked a finger,

in her mouth

opening a gaping maw

inside this sullen hole

teeth and tongue,

but behind a shine

was it that of an eye,

closer to the mirror

nose touching glass,

stretching fingers out

not reaching,

breathing ragged

saliva ran from the

corner of lips,

pushing her fingers in

further over knuckles

back of hand

to wrist,

eyes widened fear


was her finger bit,


to reach still choking


pain clouded her mind,

not a beast, just her soul

she touched

as collapsing forward

shattered the mirror

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