Glare


As soon as I walk  through the door,

she glares 

and the little gargoyles 

on her shoulder

try to eat me 

with their oyster colored eyeballs

so much so

that sometimes 

I don’t even want to go home

to look 

at that hateful  girl

who stares and stares and stares at me

in the mirror 

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