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Swords and Mirrors

screaming fits inside
quietly swallowed with a grin
heart palpitations worsening
expecting the falling sword

halved and sliced
serpent dwelling in stomach
ripped out with scalpels
seized and flung into fire

quiet as hushed baby breaths
slumber knocks on mirrors
never entering just yearning
for Sandman's company to a dreary dawn
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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