Rapidly, rapidly
I hear them in my head-
crying out and laughing-
a monster in my bed.
I look into a mirror
frightened by what I see-
evil eyes, wicked grin-
that sure as hell ain't me.
I move to touch the glass
the monster does the same.
Silent, I mouth the word
a low course growling name.
That's not MY reflection-
snake eyes, sharp toothy grin.
No way! it's just a fake.
I look at it again.
The thing's hand touches glass
just like mine is right now,
its mouth open wide, aghast.
Sometimes I look again,
but it's never the same.
Each time a new monster
forms its lips to my name.