Change of Face
I looked in the mirror this morning
Just as the day was still dawning
I was filled with terror at what I saw
That face wasn’t mine, as it was before
I saw an evil old woman staring back at me
What on earth had happened, how could this be?
When I’d looked in the mirror the previous night
My face wasn’t then the reflection of fright
Something had happened, the night had been
I think what has happened to me is obscene
I screamed when I saw my reflection stare
It wasn’t my face and it wasn’t my hair
I couldn’t believe this vision of hell
Was that my reflection? I couldn’t tell
All I know is it wasn’t very nice
I had to blink I had to look twice
The old woman stared blankly back at me
Screaming contortions, her face I could see
A faceless face that should have been mine
Was this the outcome of drinking that wine?
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