By Lucky Felder
A mirror hangs, enormous and mighty
On the back of the door that slams behind me
As I stride through the hall
There are drawers galore
Lining the walls
And even the floors
Knobs stare curiously
A collection of eyes
Beckoning me to explore
Much to my surprise
I open one wide and
My heart leaves my chest
For what I have spied
Quickly catches my breath
An eclectic mix
Unlike anything I’ve seen
Teeth from small to large
Four hundred at the least
Shines the dim light
On those sharp pearly whites
I fling the drawer shut
And to the door I cut
When my feet touch grass blades
The moon rests above
My shaky steps are unsure
And suddenly, I am shoved
I freely fly, my four limbs flail
It is then that I catch a glimpse of a tail
Eyes prickly like pineapple
Glare and beguile
This creature, so dreadful
Flashes me a smile.
Its mouth an array
Of its former prey
Rows of teeth that don’t belong
A depiction of decay
Pushing up off my hands
I hear a twig snap
I don’t waste my time
Lest I get trapped
A scream leaves my mouth
And I stumble to the door
As my grip rips it open
I face that mirror once more
But now what I see
Can’t possibly be me
A reflection of the monster
That I just narrowly fleed
Its teeth bare again
An image of true terror
My voice, ragged and shaky
Asks the darkness for a savior
I grasp at a knob
Open a drawer
Pull out a sword
Equipped for war
I lunge at the mirror
At the creature that sits
Dispersing glass shards…
And little white bits
Teeth scatter on the ground,
Like grains of rice
I acted impulsively,
And now I’ll pay the price
I cannot escape
Nothing is as it seems
In my own waking nightmare
Wishing for a dream