Screams echo off the glass walls.
In her eyes I see them.
The blood on their clothes.
The blood on the walls.
In her eyes when she looks in the mirror I see me.
In that mirror I see her clothes that are mine.
There is blood on them.
Who is this.
me?
No oh no!!!!!!
Out of her mouth was a laugh.
Not a nice laugh.
A evil laugh.
My laugh.
Did I do this?
In her eyes I see that she has speared blood on to her face.
This can't be me.
In her eyes I see a murderess,
I also see me..
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