Reflected in her eyes was variations of my death,
Each worse than the previous.
Her mouth worded the screams
These pictures displayed--
After each she laughed to death,
Reincarnating over and over again....
Her hands, bony and obsolete,
Acted out each fantasy in pantomime--
I sat there and stared at this, this theatre of the disturbed
And just had to laugh,
She was pretty convincing:
I swear I actually died
A few times....
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