He Threatens Me

He's reaching out horrible hands
fingernails attempting to scratch me
I stand between him and his plans
I know it's only he that can match me

Horrid and vapid those staring eyes
and I try not to listen to his words
I instinctively know to beware his lies
and not become tempted by the absurd

Anger and loathing upon his face now
he terrifies me, I know I am shaking
Some stasis we're in, crazed somehow
yet fear plays relentlessly stalking

Am I his pitiable victim or is he mine?
Is there a way forward through the past?
and I see his breath this one last time
as I tear myself through the looking glass


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