Shop Glass Eye
by clippedtrust
· 14/03/2026
Published 14/03/2026 17:29
The window dark.
A pane of night.
My own face stares.
A sudden fright.
A mannequin's smile,
fixed and cold.
My image draped,
a story sold.
I turn my head,
the figure stays.
A silent twin,
through shadowed haze.
It watches back,
my startled glance.
A second life,
a phantom dance.