I stare ahead. A single word pulsing through my mind the entire time, I stare. And I see one.

Damn, how scary they were made out to be.

And after a bit - get this - I smile. A pretty smile. They really did spoonfeed us shit when we were children, didn't they?

Do you remember how scary they were made out to be? Monsters. Mirrors.

Hide from the monster; don't look in the mirror. Ahh, but it's smiling this time.

Okay, so now it's picking up something shiny. Sharp.

And it lowers this sharp tool to its leg, and the smile it wears becomes more solid. Yeah, a smolid sile. It's fucking senile.

Oh, my thigh tickles. I still look in the mirror. Shine, razorblade, shine. And now my arm and leg match, fancy that.

Close my eyes. Why didn't people ever tell the truth? They said everyone likes blue eyes, blonde hair, all that shit. And now? Doesn't make a difference in the slightest. You can improve, you can achieve, you can be 'pretty' and you can even be the best, but if you're a monster on the inside... Open. And that mirror's still there, of course.

So I look away from it for the first time in a while.

I look down, and I almost pretend to be surprised.

Shine...

Monster.

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Another one shot. Guess who..?