The stranger looks back at me
Brash and bold
A mocking jay;
Mimicking whatever I say
In a goading voice
Emotionless and empty,
Unpleasant noise

A face so familiar
Did she steal my skin?
Eyes black as mine
But devoid of shine
Lips curved up in a smirk
The humor hiding at the bottom
Of the murk

The murk of her heart,
Dark and dirty
Wild and sultry
Wicked thought
Doesnt she feel anything??
She looks at the world
Like its a diseased mutt
Her nose in the air
Doesn’t she care?

I stare in wonder
At the strangely familiar face
The stranger in the mirror,
When she smiles and says;
The metamorphosis has just begun


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