i see my face
trapped behind the glass
and pray
that the glass will lock her in i run
the door
is wide open
the monster on display
the innocent
turn to stone
she's not a mother snake
amongst pray
shes starring
eyes wide
trapped behind the scarred,bloody face
the ratty hair
my legs run at an even,steady pace
down a hall
the walls are dark
the face glows
theres only so much i can take
my hands
fumble for the lock
i need to trap
this horrid beast
bloody nails
a part of her
she wants to be released
even though she's ugly
a reach
to touch her cheek
a cool hand strokes me
in shock
its too late
my monsters
been released
for all to see
as ugly as a face can be
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