HandWriting from Hell

Hit by a train
Her eyes could not believe
the handwriting framed
and neatly hung on the wall.

Chills down her spine
Tears collect in her eyes
Fear grows in her veins
Stand Straight
Just a reminder
the devil can call

Stomach Churns
Her eyes scan the
Slants in the writing
His attention for grammar
No longer remains
She holds her breath and says a prayer
She knows that there is
no need to run
Even if they were to meet
once again,
the only question necessary would be
"Still no mirror here nor there?"

Living Life in a stammer
It is not easy, is it?
Resemblance uncanny
Light pencil markings
Eraser smears
They represent your blind tears

Words familiar
Statements and phrases
Different but the same
Humor of absurdity
Is it possible he posesses the same
Honesty without tame?