The person in the mirror was me, but not me. The shadow in the mirror was even more not mine. I'd watch it, for hours. Waiting. And I could feel it watching me too.
They're an absence, dimensionless, able to slip from one world to the next. They just need an opening to slide through & rip your shadow away. Shred the nothingness & stitch themselves to you.
But I'll keep watching. Keep it from getting through.
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